Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
That was true. She could.
But I didn’t want her to go quite yet.
That’s not what I said, though.
“That’s true. You could,” I agreed amicably.
She eyed me.
I could see those wheels turning, and I had to resist the urge to leave. Again.
“Do you want to stay for dinner?”
I looked at all the light in the house, and I shook my head.
“No.”
Her mouth pursed. “Then I think I’ll cook them on the griddle. Goodnight, Mr. Ghost.”
With that, she walked inside, leaving the grill, and the puddle of lighter fluid, in the middle of the driveway.
It was only after I’d put it all away and had walked back to my trailer, that I realized this was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
I wanted to stomp into my house, gather my woman up in my arms, and crush her to me while I held her enough to start making up for the six years’ worth of holding her and cuddling that I’d missed out on since I had ‘died.’
“Dammit. Damn. Damn,” I grumbled. Then fell back on the shitty, cold bed and closed my eyes.
I needed to stop.
Really. I needed to.
But I didn’t.
And within two weeks, she would have all the evidence she needed.
Chapter 15
Give up carbs? Over my bread body.
-Meme
Mina
“Sienna,” I called. “Are you ready to go to camp?”
I’d signed Sienna up for a week-long camp called ‘Police Explorers’ that was put on by the local police department. Though, she had been the one to request to go. She’d asked me to do something, anything, but the daycare that I’d planned to put her into while I worked, and Aaron, one of the Dixie Wardens in this chapter, had suggested the summer camp.
One was put on each week for four weeks by a different officer at the department, and they had no problem, whatsoever, if a child attended all of them as long as she was picked up by the time the camp let out.
At first, that had been a problem for me since I didn’t get off of work until six, and the camp ended at four, but I’d then been informed by the ladies of the club that she would go home with one of them for the two hours it took me to get off of work, and that I could pick her up there.
So that was what I’d done, and had been doing for the last two weeks.
Today, Sienna was being taken home by Aaron, though, since he was the one putting on the camp with his K-9 officer, Tank.
“Yeah, Mom. Does this look okay?”
I turned to see her dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and tennis shoes.
“Yes,” I informed her. “Looks perfect. Why?”
She looked down at her pants. “Someone said that they were too tight yesterday, and that I was showing off my butt.”
My brows furrowed. “Who said that?”
“Another boy in the camp with me,” she answered.
I growled under my breath.
“Well, how about next time, you tell Aaron that someone is bothering you, and he will take care of it?” I suggested. “Your pants aren’t too tight. They’re jeans, they’re supposed to be snug. Now, are you ready?”
She nodded her head and we walked out the door. I had my nursing bag in one hand, the one that held my stethoscope, blood pressure cuff and other shit that I needed on a daily basis, and my keys in the other while I tried to juggle locking the door without dropping either bag.
Sienna waited patiently for me to lock it, and then walked to the car where she waited for me to unlock it.
“He’s mowing our yard again.”
My head whipped around at the sudden sound of a lawn mower running down the side of the yard, and I blinked when I saw Ghost there, covered in sweat, mowing the lawn.
He’d mowed the lawn before, of course, but that time I’d only caught him finishing up. It’d never occurred that he would mow the entire yard, which was a half an acre big, with a push mower.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“We’re going to be late.”
I rolled my eyes and walked to the car as I unlocked it.
“He looks hot,” Sienna said as I settled into the car.
I agreed. He did look hot. Though it wasn’t hard to get hot when it was almost ninety degrees at eight o’clock in the morning.
“Why do you think he’s mowing the lawn with a shirt on? I saw the guy across the street mowing the lawn, but he had his shirt off.”
I didn’t know the answer to Sienna’s question.
“I don’t know, baby,” I offered. “Maybe he wants to wear it.”
“Hmm,” she said. “Let’s go.”
We went, but not far.
“Shoot!” she cried out suddenly. “I forgot my papers that I was supposed to do for homework!”
I looked at the clock.
It was fifteen until eight, meaning that I would have fifteen minutes exactly to get her back home, get the papers, drop her off, and then get to work on time.