Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I landed on his lap hard, causing an, “oomph,” to escape his mouth.
My butt shifted, and my ass bone encountered the uneven blob of his key ring, causing me to shift most of my weight to the other leg.
Which also didn’t help, seeing as he had two bullet magazines in that one.
Therefore, I balanced my weight towards the middle, and leaned back into his chest, resting my head against his.
“You have too many things in your pockets,” I suggested.
He shrugged. “They’re necessary.”
I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, catching Trance’s amused ones.
I smiled hesitantly at him, and he returned the smile.
His eyes warmed, and the cop mask slipped off his face as if it’d never been.
“Santa’s name is actually Dixie, although, after the last couple of years and all the women coming along, he will answer to Santa upon occasion. You’ve met Trance and Sebastian. On the far right in the corner is Tunnel Morrison, who’s a cop with the BPD.”
Tunnel was sitting on a padded barstool in the very corner of the room.
He was young like me, about twenty-five or so, with dirty blonde hair, and a killer smile.
He raised his hand to wave, but didn’t say anything as Loki continued. “The man in the corner is named Cleo. He’s another member of The Dixie Wardens, as well as a flight nurse/paramedic in Shreveport.”
Cleo was drop dead gorgeous. He had deeply tanned skin, gray eyes that were nearly black, black hair, long black eyelashes, and he wore black clothes.
He was one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen, and intimidating as hell.
“Hello,” he said deeply.
“Hi,” I replied back shyly.
“And finally we have Sterling, but we like to call him Kraken. He’s on leave from The Navy. He’s a SEAL. The Coast Guard’s wicked stepsister,” Loki jeered.
Sterling flipped him the bird without interrupting the drinking of his beer.
Sterling was most definitely the youngest of the group, but that didn’t detract from his appeal. He was covered, completely, on both arms with tattoos. And boy were those arms big. He could easily compete in the muscle mass department with Sebastian.
Loki was muscular and cut, and looked goddamned excellent, but he didn’t have the sheer mass that Sebastian and Sterling had, which I was grateful for. Otherwise, he’d look too much like the man that had attacked me, and then we really would’ve had a problem.
“What are you thinking about? You just tensed up,” he asked into my ear.
“Nothing. It was nothing,” I refused to talk about it.
“You about ready to go? I have to meet the chief at the station in about an hour,” he explained.
I would’ve answered, but the cell phone in my back pocket started to vibrate.
Leaning over so that Loki’s keys gouged into my ass fat, I retrieved the cell phone from my pocket and answered it. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby girl,” my father’s deep, smoky voice filled my ears.
I stood up with a wide smile on my face. “Daddy! What’s going on?”
I was excited to speak with him. He’d been delivering a load to Michigan when I’d spoken to him last, and it’d been nearly three weeks, which was a record for us.
“God, do I have a story for you. I could totally blow your mind with my last three weeks. I was going to stop by your place before I headed to the lake. However, you’re not here, so I just wanted to let you know where I’ll be,” he told me.
“Hey! I’m at the lake right now!” I crowed. “Which campsite are you heading to?”
I hadn’t meant to be quite so loud, but I was excited to see my dad. It’d been nearly three months since I’d seen him last, and I missed him dearly.
“Bodcau Dam, like I usually do, girly girl. I’ve already got the campsite for the week,” he informed me.
My dad usually showed up around Christmas every year, and stayed for a couple of weeks at a local campsite.
He stayed in his truck cab, which was his home away from home, even after my repeated attempts to persuade him otherwise.
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I turned around the room looking for Sebastian. “How close are you to Bodcau Dam?”
“Very. It’s just around the corner. You passed over the dam on the way in. About five minutes or so,” he said.
“Did you hear that, daddy? I can be there in about five minutes,” I told him.
“How about I just come and pick you up? Who’re you with, anyhow?” He asked.
I smiled.
Poor Loki.
“I’m with my boyfriend at his friend’s house. He lives about five minutes from the dam. And I can...” I was interrupted.
“What’s the address?” he asked in his don’t fuck with me tone.
I turned to Sebastian again, but he’d heard the question already and was holding his hand out for the phone.
“Hold on, daddy. Sebastian’s going to tell you the address,” I said, just before I handed Sebastian the phone.
“Hello? Yes. No. Yes. No. 505 Lakeside Dr. Once you turn on the dam, go about two miles and take your first left. I’m the second to last house on the right.”
He held the phone out to me, and not surprising, he’d already hung up.
Sebastian’s face was filled with amusement as he looked at me, and then turned to stare at Loki. “You ready for this?”
I, too, turned to find Loki’s head resting on the couch, and his eyes closed. His lips were turned up at the corners. “Sure thing. Just what every man wants is to have his girlfriend’s truck driver father beat him up.”
“He won’t beat you up. He’ll give you shit, but he won’t beat you up,” I explained.
My dad was a big man in my opinion, and protective to boot. He was really worried about his baby girl, and hated any man I dated on general principle.
Then my attack happened, and it took everything I had not to run when I was within touching distance of any man.
I’d had to convince dad, on numerous occasions, that I would let him know the second I had feelings for a guy so that my dad could have him checked out.