Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
And it wasn’t just the detective work that I didn’t like. It was the way that police officers were treated. How they always felt the need to look over their shoulders, and the shit they had to deal with on a daily basis.
Loki had written a ticket two days ago to a woman who was clearly going way too fast—in a school zone—while talking on her phone. And she had the audacity to say that Loki was in the wrong.
Honestly, I just didn’t have the temperament to put up with other peoples’ bullshit.
I was a straight up kind of person. If I thought you were in the wrong, I would tell you how it was.
It didn’t matter if I was going to get my ass kicked, I’d say it, and I’d keep on saying it while that person pounded me into a pulp.
Janie always said that I was going to get her killed one day because of my mouth.
And, apparently, I was never going to get control of it. Because here I was, a grown ass adult, and I still wasn’t able to control it any more than I had at sixteen.
“What is your obsession with big men?” she asked. “You’re always leaning toward the ones that are about a foot and a half taller than you and have thighs as thick as your waist. Can’t you find a man that is more proportional to you?”
“Not sure why she should have to do a thing like that,” a deep, masculine voice said from our side. “What’s wrong with big men?”
I swallowed my tongue and completely missed the big man hit a pop fly to left field and get the third out of the inning.
Or would have had I not poked it out and licked my lips at the first hint of his husky, smoky voice.
His eyes followed the move, and he started to smile.
A smile that died on his face when he saw whomever it was behind me.
“Yo, you want a drink, KK?” Loki asked as he stopped beside my chair.
I shook my head at him. “No, thank you. I appreciate you asking, though.”
“No problem,” Loki muttered, then started up the aisle that separated our row of seats from his row.
When I turned back around, it was to find Parker no longer looking at me, and Janie looking at both of us in confusion. Her head was moving back and forth as she tried to get a clear picture of what had just happened.
I thought, at first, that he was flirting. But normally when guys start flirting, they continue to flirt. They don’t go completely silent and not say another word.
But then I remembered that he’d always been like that, and I shrugged it off.
Whatever.
“My arm is literally about to fall off,” I said to her. “I think I’m going to die.”
She snorted and reached out her hand to hold it up herself. Moments later, she laid the blanket down over her now sleeping infant’s head.
“One of these days, this is going to be super easy for me. Then I’ll be able to function like a normal adult,” Janie muttered.
I turned my eyes back toward the game and smiled when I saw Sterling get up to bat.
“I bet he hits it over the fence,” I said to no one in particular.
“He’s gonna bunt.”
That same sexy voice had me looking over again.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“Because he just made a sign that he used to make at us when we played while we were deployed. We’d play a couple of pick-up games every now and again, and when we would, Sterling always had a tell. It’s the tap twice against the leg, touch the end of the bat once, then touch his forehead,” Parker explained.
My brows rose in surprise, and I turned my head back toward the game and watched the next pitch.
Low and behold, Sterling bunted.
He made it to first base when the catcher rolled his ankle and came up cursing but also missing the easy out.
“Fuckin A,” Parker muttered.
My brows rose.
“You’re supposed to be cheering for Sterling’s team,” I said to him.
Parker’s eyebrows went up as he looked at me. “I don’t have to if I don’t want to.”
“You’re in his team’s section. If you wanted to be with the Lumberjacks, you had to sit in the home side.” I pointed across the field at the home field dugout.
Parker didn’t follow my finger. “I spent three and a half years watching Sterling’s back. But I spent fifteen raising that boy over there whenever I was home.” He pointed to the kid that was at first base. “My loyalties are divided.”
My mouth opened, and then closed. “Gunner Lewiston?”
“Yep,” I confirmed. “My sister’s son. My nephew.”
I blinked. “He’s the most adorable thing in the world.”
And he was. He was so shiny and new, but he had this brooding bad boy look about him that was attracting not just my eye, but a lot of feminine eyes. And they weren’t all young like me. There were also a lot of older women in the audience today who were checking him out just as much as I was.