Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“For the last time, what did he do to you?” asked Raini, though she sounded calmer.
“He didn’t do anything to me,” replied Harper. “We had a fight. Not a physical fight, but an argument. That’s what couples do. We moved past it.”
Raini drummed her nails on the glass surface. “Why did you argue?”
“He was angry about me being attacked and not calling him for help immediately and, well, he dealt with that anger in the wrong fashion.” She didn’t want to go into specifics; it was between her and Knox.
“He said she wasn’t a woman of her word,” said Khloë.
Harper shot her smirking cousin another hard glare. “I will kill you. I will. I’m not afraid to go to jail.”
“He really said that?” asked a shocked Devon.
“He apologized for saying it and assured me that he didn’t mean it,” said Harper. “He thought I was dead. He got a shock and he was scared. To be fair, I had promised I would call out to him if I was in danger. I broke that promise to protect him, but I still broke it. No, it doesn’t make what he said right. But we’ve all said crap we don’t mean when we’re mad.”
The girls exchanged looks with each other as a silence fell. Finally, Devon spoke. “Well, if you can forgive him, I’ll forgive him.”
Raini nodded. “But I’ll be watching him.”
“Me too,” said Devon. “That’s not something I’ll forget in a hurry.”
Harper turned to her cousin, head tilted. “Now about your little habit of blurting out people’s personal business… maybe I should return the favor. Maybe I should share what you did to Keenan the night he took you home when you were blitzed.”
Khloë’s eyes widened. “He told you?”
“He told Knox some of it,” said Harper. “Knox told me. And I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cringe.”
Devon skidded to the imp’s side, curious as ever. “What did you do?”
“Tell them,” Harper urged, smirking. “The truth shall set you free.”
Khloë sighed. “I was just joking around.”
“Oh God,” Raini groaned, because so many of Khloë’s stories began with that sentence.
“I snapped a picture of him with my phone while he was carrying me to my front door – I can’t remember why.” Khloë scratched her hand. “Anyway, Keenan freaked on me. It turns out that the incubus hates having his photo taken. And I mean really hates it. Said he’s camera-phobic or something. So I started taking some selfies of the two of us.”
“Of course you did,” sighed Raini, rubbing her forehead.
“And then…”
“And then?” prodded Devon.
Khloë put her hands on her hips. “He snatched my phone, dumped me on my ass on the doorstep, and started deleting all the photos. I was not okay with any of that, but I couldn’t stand up to grab my phone because my legs were shaky. So I started pulling on his jeans to drag him down to me. Then there was this really loud tear —”
“Oh Lord,” muttered Devon.
“— his jeans were near his ankles —”
“Oh Khloë,” said Raini.
“— and I was staring at this monster cock.”
And since her cousin had no problem saying exactly what she was thinking, Harper guessed, “You told him he had a monster cock, didn’t you?”
“I thought it only fair that he knew.” Khloë pursed her lips. “He seemed to think that was funny and he gave me back my phone. But he stopped smiling when I snapped a picture of his cock.”
Raini gaped at her. “You thought taking a photo of it was okay?”
“I also thought that my ex would be the best person to call for no apparent reason,” said Khloë. “I was smashed.”
Twirling her hair around her finger, Devon asked a little too casually, “Did Keenan delete the photo?”
Harper shook her head at her friend. “You’re such a perv.”
“I’m just curious,” the hellcat defended.
Raini leaned into Khloë. “Well, did he?”
The imp sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I don’t think he trusted that I wouldn’t share it on Facebook or something.”
“That was pretty wise of him,” said Harper.
The imp sighed again and admitted, “Yeah.”
“What was wise of who?”
Harper twirled on the spot and gave Tanner a bright smile, relieved to see him fully recovered. “Good to see you up and about.”
The hellhound glanced around. “This place looks great.”
It totally did. Since they’d kept the name “Urban Ink,” they’d kept the rock/art/Harley-Davidson feel. There was tattoo flash on the ceiling and metal art on the walls. The furnishings were now all inside, including the new lighted tracing tables that were gifts from Jolene. The stations were separated with checkered glass partitions – a nice idea from Raini. Also, at Devon’s suggestion, they had a wall-mounted TV in the reception area, near the vending machine that Khloë had requested.
“You officially open tomorrow, right?” asked Tanner.
Harper nodded. “Yep.”
“We’re super excited about it,” said Raini, eyes twinkling.