Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
I would be remiss if I didn’t share that this was the time I approached Mace.
I didn’t pry, neither did he, but since his dad had been some huge-ass billionaire, and when his sister was killed, there was a lot of media attention, when the same happened to me, I just needed to be around someone who’d made it to the other side.
I told Cap this, and he wasted no time getting me back to Mace and Stella’s.
I got it then, because Mace tried to make it so it was just him and me in their family room, rapping, but Stella found every excuse she could to check in on us, Cap wasn’t far behind her, and Tally, her kiddo senses buzzing, did the same (Walsh was busy decimating the house by rolling a toy recycling truck through every inch of it).
So, after one of the times Stella left us alone once she’d dropped fresh Fat Tire beers on us (and we weren’t finished with the ones we already had, not even halfway!), I said, “It’s about her, isn’t it?”
I meant Stella.
Mace knew what I meant, so he looked me dead in the eye and replied, “It’s all about her.”
“Tally and Walsh?” I asked.
He shook his head. “If Stella didn’t ground me, Tally, Walsh and I would live in a cabin in the woods far away from anybody so no one could harm them.”
Serious as shit.
I dug this guy.
I sensed movement, looked down the hall, and just caught Cap strolling by the mouth at the other end of the hall, his head turned to check us out.
My lips tipped up.
“It’s all about him, yeah?” Mace asked me.
He, obviously, meant Cap.
That was when I looked him dead in the eye. “Oh yeah. Abso-freaking-lutely.”
Mace chuckled, sat back and slugged some beer.
I did the same then queried, “How long should we torture them with our heart to heart?”
He tipped his handsome head to the side. “What are your thoughts on that?”
“Fifteen minutes,” I told him. “They need to keep their senses sharp, but we shouldn’t be cruel.”
He pointed the neck of his beer bottle at me and winked.
Oh my.
And…
Mm-hmm.
Totally got that Hot Bunch thing.
Totally.
Oh!
Almost forgot.
Cap organized another night out for beer with the boys when Luna, Jess and Harlow came over to help me take down my wall.
I totally did incense and candles, but Jessie refused to chant (I was thinking “Oh, Arthur, our Arthur” or “The wonders of the Avenging Angels, unite!” but she rained on my parade).
Though she did create a cocktail for the evening. And I got seriously tipsy.
So later, Cap got an epic blowjob, after which he thanked me by eating me out so well, my orgasm was unusually noisy (I knew this when I saw Rhea the next day, and she smirked at me).
Thus, in the end, our ceremony worked out splendidly.
Dream got licensed to take in a couple of kids (which she did). Feather’s dad got his head out of his ass and horned in to get his time with his daughter, and the bun in her oven’s daddio lost his shit because he was not down to be a dad or pay child support.
And yeah, I was right, partially.
She told him she had it covered, but she didn’t think she was lying. She didn’t know she would be fertile so soon after delivering Feather.
I mean, only Dream could dream she could use no birth control, and the universe would protect her from getting knocked up. Even after two pregnancies. I mean, she had to have that OB/GYN shit down pat by now, but apparently, no.
Yeesh.
So, a lot going on for Dream.
The good news: she was making money (and she augmented this by crafting hippie bags and totes, because apparently, the one she carried she’d made herself, as she made the candle she gave to Luna for her birthday, all of this she sold on Etsy and at markets on the weekends).
The bad news: she lost her kids to their dads every other week, and this didn’t make her happy.
Obviously, I filled Luna in on my conversation with Dream on the walkway at her party, and Luna gave it a go (more than once) to try to talk her sister into not unloading her shit on Luna, but these efforts failed.
This ended in a stalemate, which meant now, they were avoiding each other.
This didn’t make Scott and Louise happy, but their hands were tied.
And it was going to make Thanksgiving interesting.
Although Tex and Nancy, Shirleen and Moses all came to Macy’s funeral, they went back to Denver after.
I sensed Cap’s loss at this (yes, even Tex, and FYI, I felt a loss at this too, so did The Surf Club coffee cubby—Tex was a crazy man, and he left a big hole when he was gone).
Cap had been a kid without any family, and although Mace and Stella were close (and sometimes, we went over to dinner at their house—Stella Gunn cooking…for me!), and it was obvious he was tight with his buds (particularly Liam and Knox), I’d played beer pong with the Rock Chicks and the Hot Bunch had returned Macy to Dad and me, so I got how much he was missing.