Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“I know. I can handle Gavin, but I’m a little worried about Carrington. And I feel stupid saying that because it was a look that someone else saw, but I know how guys are. I know how they can be.”
“No, man. Chicks are like deer. Some know exactly when a hunter’s got you in their scope. Trust that.”
“What? You’re not going to ‘fix’ this situation for me? Be a typical guy?” She was teasing or I was hoping she was teasing. There was a bite to her tone, a little bit of one.
“I’m a little worried that would violate the new amendment to our emerging treaty right now so… no?”
She laughed, carefree and I relaxed. Slightly.
“Thanks for that.”
“Yeah, no problem.” For what? I had no clue.
“It’s kinda too bad you’re four hours away.”
“Probably for the best. After our talk, I’d come over and have slow sex with you and we are not slow sex people.”
She laughed again.
That kept me smiling.
She said, “No, we aren’t. Hot, sensual, and hard sex. The best kind.”
“Right.”
Another laugh.
I was all the way scoring here. “I should let you go. Got a feeling if I don’t head back to the room, Barclay’s going to send out my own hunting party.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I–before your games, do you like being told ‘good luck’? What’s the proper protocol for you?”
“It’s like you know some hockey players?” I teased. “Uh, no luck, but I always like a text that says, ‘Win, asshole.’”
She burst out laughing. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Just nothing that indicates I need luck. I’m not one of those guys.”
“Okay. So for tomorrow, win, sucker.”
“That’s better.”
“All right. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Win, sucker.
I liked that a lot.
My phone buzzed when I was heading inside.
I read the text as I got on the elevator and started laughing.
Mara: Win or be my bitch on Sunday.
Me: That’s like a bribe not to win. Do better.
Mara: Getting used to the amending treaty here. I’ll do better tomorrow.
Me: You better.
Mara: Win, fucker.
I was still laughing when I got to the room.
12
MARA
She started calling Saturday morning.
I didn’t recognize the number, but the foreboding feeling in my gut told me it was her.
And it was a little after four in the morning. 4:03.
It kept ringing.
I kept staring at it, curled up in bed, unable to look away and a second later, my phone lit up again.
I should answer. I started the same thoughts I always did. It might not be her.
It might be Dad.
Maybe Dad was in an accident?
Maybe she was in an accident?
Maybe it was her and she really did need my help?
Was she bleeding right now? Had she cut herself?
Again?
Was she in the hospital again?
If she was in prison, if she was in Vegas and ran out of money, if a guy just fucked her and she didn’t know his name… Those I didn’t care about. But there was one question, one that I hadn’t asked anyone because no one could give me the answer–that’s the one I answered the call for.
“Mom,” I said it quietly, my voice hoarse. “What you were in the hospital for, did you really try to do it?”
She gasped on the other end, and then a hoarse whisper, “Baby. Oh, baby.” Her voice started trembling. She began to cry. “Oh, my beautiful baby girl. You answered. I heard you came to the hospital. I’m so happy you did. I’m so sorry your father kept you away. He shouldn’t have done that, kept my daughter away from her mama. A girl needs to see her mama. Oh, Mara honey. Beautiful Mara. How are you?”
She wasn’t answering.
She went from sad to rushed to angry to frenzied to gushing and she ended with a question that I knew she didn’t care about. Because of that, I didn’t answer and without waiting for an answer, she rushed forward, “Can you believe this shit your father is trying to pull? Baby. Baby, I need your help. You owe me that. I pushed you out of my pussy, didn’t throw you in the trash, not like what your father told me to do.” A hard laugh from her. “I bet he’s never told you that, but it’s true and you know what would’ve happened if I’d done that? I would’ve had a life. I wouldn’t have gained those six pounds. Six up, six down. My tits are sagging. I was talking to a guy inside. He’s in for drugs, but he’s a surgeon. He said he could fix my tits and he could tighten my pussy. I think I’m going to do it. Listen, where are you? I wanted to come and take you out for dinner. My friend, Marshall, he’s the surgeon, he’s getting out in ten days, and he said he’d take me out for a weekend. You want to come with us? I bet he could do something for you too. Fix those cheek lines. Freshen your face up. He could give you some ass.” Now she was laughing. “A little fat back there–”