Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I sighed. “Well, if it makes you feel better, Zee volunteered himself every single Saturday for the foreseeable future.”
Gordon glanced at his son. “You did that?”
Zee shrugged. “I knew that you’d kick my ass if something happened to her. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t die on my watch.”
“I’m not on your watch.” I sat back and was about to continue to lay into him, but our food arrived, as well as my drink.
I handed Zee’s empty glass back over to him and took a healthy swallow of my sweet tea.
I groaned at the taste. “God, that tastes good.”
“I’m sure water would taste good, too,” Zee countered, signaling to the waitress who placed an egg white omelet in front of him.
I gagged.
“That looks like snot with chunks of boogers in it,” I told him.
Zee took a bite of his booger omelet and ignored me.
I looked down at my waffle and practically purred.
Reaching for the syrup, I drenched each and every hole with the good stuff and then handed it over to my dad who took a small portion of it compared to me.
“Would you like some waffle with that syrup?” Zee asked, looking at me with humor filling his eyes.
“No,” I said. “This is the perfect proportions. Thank you for your concern, though.”
Gordon nodded at the waitress. “Thank you, darlin’.”
The older waitress blushed at the look on Gordon’s face.
I rolled my eyes.
Gordon was a habitual flirt.
He just couldn’t control himself when it came to the ladies.
I cut into my waffle and started to stuff it into my face, groaning when the sweetness hit my tongue.
“God, this tastes so good,” I mumbled around my food.
“I’m not supposed to see your food,” Zee said. “Please control yourself.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but didn’t say another word as I continued to eat my waffle. Though, I did moan a lot.
I didn’t look up at him the rest of the meal.
***
Zee
“Thanks for calling me,” Pete said. “And I’ll stay long enough to get her alarm seen to. Plus, the cameras will be taken care of, too.” He paused. “As long as you can supervise for me while I keep her distracted.”
I grinned. “I think I can do that.”
“Good.” He sighed. “Now I gotta go do some groveling. She’s pissed at me.”
I looked at where Jubilee’s car had just disappeared out of the lot.
“That virgin sacrifice thing really set her off,” I felt it prudent to point out. “I’m not sure how you’re going to convince her that this is a good idea.”
‘This’ being the security systems on both her house, as well as her business.
Her father winced. “She was a virgin. I can’t say that I’m happy to hear that she’s not anymore.”
I frowned.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “She’s over thirty years old!”
And how the hell did we get on this subject?
My father started to chuckle.
“Pete had her scared to death about possible awful people only using her for her money. Kid’s been holding onto it for years. You don’t remember Bertha losing her shit on her daughter when her daughter said that she was going to remain a virgin forever?” my father asked.
I looked from my father to Pete and back. “I remember the two of them having a row. But I thought it was over Jubilee not wanting to have kids.”
“That was part of the conversation, yes.” Pete sighed and wiped his hands down his face. “You see any men sniffing around her lately?”
Other than me? “No.”
“Well, keep an eye out,” he suggested. “If you do, I can come out here and introduce the punk to my fist.”
Inwardly, I winced. “Will do. What time will you need me to check in on the work?”
Originally, I’d been planning on doing it, but Pete had decided that he had the right qualifications for it and had taken over.
I’d been happy to allow him, as long as I had access to the cameras whenever I needed and could get to her if she needed me.
Since I was the one living here, I didn’t think that was too much to ask.
“I’ll give you a call this evening when she heads into work,” he muttered. “I’m going to go with her to make sure everything is on the up and up.” He paused. “Have you heard anything about the person that murdered that weirdo?”
That ‘weirdo’ being Jubilee’s neighbor as well as the governor’s son.
“No,” I answered. “But I know that they have quite a few people from multiple agencies working on it. Some kid from our department is working on it, too. And we’re not even in the same county that it happened.”
He grunted a reply. “If you hear anything, I’d like to know.”
I nodded once. “I know.”
And I did. I wouldn’t keep secrets from him…well, I would. But the one secret I was keeping from him wasn’t something that I thought needed to be shared.