Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I blinked.
“What?” I barked.
“Well, is finger banging sex?” she asked for clarification.
I blinked, then shook my head. “No.”
Then I thought about what she was saying and my back stiffened.
“Did she touch you inappropriately?” I asked carefully.
She sighed. “Felt like it, but was probably more routine than actual finger banging.”
Truth coughed a laugh at my side, and I turned my glare at him.
“We’re going to have to file a complaint,” I told her. “Mother fuckers had you back there for over forty minutes. If we’d been on a scheduled flight, we would’ve missed the plane. Not to mention that if you had to question whether or not it was inappropriate, it likely was inappropriate behavior.”
She sighed.
“I’m ready to get the hell out of here,” she informed me. Then a thought occurred to her. “Why, if we’re flying on a private plane, did you have to go through airport security?”
“This is airport policy,” Truth muttered. “Anyone that goes back on the tarmac has to be screened for weapons that could possibly interrupt the integrity of another plane, or cause harm to other flyers and employees.”
“I noted they didn’t check the dog anywhere near as closely as they did me.” She huffed, looking down at Tank at my feet who’d been sitting there quietly for the last half hour while this was taking place. “I’m ready to go. Can we go?”
Truth grinned, and I tossed my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my body.
“Though she looks like a little hobbit, she’s actually quite feisty,” Truth said as he fell into step beside us.
Imogen turned only her head to glare at him.
“That’s right. Don’t you forget it.”
“What are you really mad about?” I asked suddenly.
She refused to answer for a few long seconds before she finally said something so softly that I couldn’t quite make it out.
“One more time?” Truth and I said at the same time.
“She kept my freakin’ Twix bar!”
I blinked, then a slow grin started to light my face.
I, at least, managed not to laugh.
Truth, though, had no such compunction.
He bent himself over and bellowed with laughter in the middle of the goddamn airport.
An hour later, we set down on the tarmac in Longview, Texas.
The first thing I did after we got into our rental was to find the first gas station I could, where I went in and got her a Twix.
She ate it in its entirety the moment I placed it silently on her lap.
The woman was the definition of hangry.
Chapter 14
This life would kill me if I didn’t have you. And chocolate. I have to have chocolate, too. Chocolate makes me happy.
-Imogen’s secret thoughts
Imogen
“I really think he needs to take it back home,” Aaron’s sister-in-law, Masen, explained as she ran her hand through the space between Tank’s ears. “He built it from the ground up. It was his baby, and now he doesn’t even want it. Booth was instructed to take it to the junkyard. Instead, he took it to the body shop and had it repaired. Repainted. And it’s been sitting in our garage ever since.”
I looked over to Masen, who had been staring at the truck, was now looking at me. It was almost as if she was worried that if she didn’t get the words out, she’d break down and start crying.
“He’s missed,” she repeated. “Booth misses the hell out of him and constantly worries about him.”
I bit my lip.
I’d gotten to know Masen and Booth really well over the last few days.
I could see now why Booth would want to stay here. It was very apparent the moment I saw the two of them together that they were close, and always would be.
Masen was a hoot, even though her husband was pretty standoffish.
I could tell he was suspicious of me.
Then again, I didn’t blame him.
Not after the stories I’d heard over the weekend.
Fucking Lynn.
If I could kill her without having to go to jail—which, let’s be honest, there’s no chocolate or good hair conditioner in jail—I’d do it. Gladly. With a fucking smile on my face.
Because fuck her.
“He doesn’t want to drive it because it reminds him of her,” Masen continued. “Even though he had such good memories in it before that. Callie was conceived on the hood of this baby.”
I choked on my saliva and stared at her with humor lighting my eyes.
“Let’s not tell him that. He’ll likely have a shit fit and refuse to drive it on principle alone,” I told her. “Let me think about how to do this, and see if I can convince him.”
She gave me a grateful smile, then frowned.
“Shit.”
“What?” I asked.
Then I heard it. The distant crying of a baby.
“Thought Booth had her,” I asked, stating the obvious.
She pursed her lips. “My breasts don’t care who has her.”
I couldn’t help myself and looked down, wincing when I saw the front of her shirt start to form a wet circle around both breasts.