Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I want double chicken,” I said before he could move on to the next item.
He gave me a weird look, and I wanted to laugh.
See, they didn’t like it when you fucked with your scoops at Chipotle. They’d try to stiff you scoops if you ordered double chicken up front.
They couldn’t give you a smaller scoop, because you already knew what a ‘normal’ scoop was for them.
So they had to give you two scoops of the chicken, at the perfect amounts that one should get when they asked for a second scoop.
Something I explained to Mig, twenty minutes later, as we were finishing up our meal.
I popped a chip into my mouth, and finally answered the question he’d asked me earlier when we’d sat down.
I’d been too hungry to answer, and he’d thought the entire thing was hilarious.
“Yes, I come here a lot. So I know exactly how to order to get the maximum burrito perfection,” I explained.
He nodded sagely.
“I could tell,” he smiled, taking a sip of his sweet tea.
The large cup looked small in his hand, and my eyes traveled up said hand to the tattoos on his forearm.
“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing to the band that circled his lower forearm.
He shrugged. “It was spur of the moment. I got it on a whim. All it means is ‘focus.’”
I got that he didn’t want to speak about it, so I changed the subject.
“That was nice of Alison to volunteer,” I said, looking at Mig across the table.
“Yeah, it was. I’m glad, too. I don’t want to spend any more time with her than I have to. I’ve come to a decision, though. I’ll just move in with you, and Jennifer can stay at her own place,” he said. “If she needs me other than when I bring her grocery runs, she can call me…or you.”
I had a feeling that was as good as it was going to get, so I grabbed onto it with both hands.
“That sounds good,” I conceded. “But if it gets to be too bad, you’re not going to find me helping her at all.”
He nodded, a concerned look on his face. “Hopefully it won’t be too bad.”
Chapter 16
I like to introduce myself by saying ‘it’s nice to fucking meet you.’ That way I can weed out the losers that’ll get butt hurt over my language in a timelier manner.
-Mig’s secret thoughts
Annie
He was wrong.
It was worse.
Way worse.
I would never wish Jennifer on my worst enemy.
She was needy. She was whiny. And she was pissy.
Add in the hormones on top of all that, and it was damn near unbearable.
“I’m not going back over there. There’s only so much one can take, and I’ve hit my limit today,” I grumbled to myself, stomping across Mig’s well-manicured lawn to my non-manicured one. Fortunately for Mig, the house hadn’t sold yet.
Not that Mig hadn’t offered to mow it.
He had.
But it was my lawn. I mowed it.
When I felt like it…and right now I didn’t feel like it.
Core, my prospect babysitter, started to wave, but then he saw the look on my face, and decided to ignore the usual welcome he gave me when he saw me.
It was a good thing, too.
I was ready to take the first person I saw off at the knees, and that especially went for Mig and Jennifer.
I swear to God, for someone that didn’t like his ex-wife, he sure was treating her as if she was something special.
Like just now.
Jennifer had gone on another crying fit about how bad of a person she was. Instead of setting her straight that she was a bad person, Mig sat down next to her, gave me a ‘will you please leave’ look—a look, I might add, that I’d been getting from him a lot in the past week—and started talking to her about how she needed to calm down because it wasn’t good for the baby.
I was about to slam the door to my house when a car pulled up in my driveway.
I stopped and turned, looking at the car as the older officer that’d been the one to tell me my ex was gone, stepped out of his car and held up a hand to me in greeting.
“It’s okay, Core,” I said, who’d stood the moment the car pulled into the driveway.
Core narrowed his eyes at me, then moved them to Officer Shields.
I held up a hand at him and widened my eyes, causing his lips to kick up in a smirk at my reprimand.
“What can I help you with, Officer Shields?” I asked once he’d reached me.
Officer Shields smiled, and I had to admit, he was devilishly handsome, even if he was a lot older than me.
“I wanted to ask you a few questions about your ex-husband, if you don’t mind. There’re a few things that have been bothering me, and I wanted you to clear them up,” he explained.