Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Willow,” she sighs like an exasperated soccer mom.
“Sorry, not sorry,” I tell her and pour more flour into the giant floor mixer. “I’d like to get some dick sometime, for sure!”
The swinging door pushes open, and Letty and I look up at the same time as Joaquin stands there, looking like a fish out of water among all the flour and sugar.
“Ladies.” He flashes a wide grin that makes his brown skin look like burnt honey. “Smells amazing in here.”
Letty laughs. “Gotta love a man who appreciates the smell of fresh baked bread.”
He grins even wider. “I’ll be sure to let Shades know you said so.”
“I didn’t…never mind.”
Joaquin and I both laugh. “Don’t tease the baker,” I tell him and swat in his general direction. “What are you doing here?” I ask with a flirty smile. I wonder if he’d heard my last comment to Letty. “Not that I’m unhappy to see your handsome face, especially since you couldn’t even go a few hours without seeing my face.”
He stands a little taller, puffing his chest out before he rolls his eyes. “I’m here to take you for a ride,” he practically purrs in my direction. I feel that deep sound settle low in my belly and shoot heat through my arms and legs.
“Is this a naked ride or…something else?”
Letty gasps. “Willow!”
Joaquin lets out a deep masculine laugh. “I’ll have to get back to you on that, babe. For now, I mean a ride to see Maven.”
“Oh. Oh!” First, disappointment whirls through me, and then excitement at seeing for myself that Maven is all right. “Right! Cool.” I turn to Letty. “Are you gonna be good for a few hours?”
Letty nods. “We’ll be fine. Both of us. I promise.”
“Okay. If you need anything, just call me, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be off inside the jail.” I nod and look around the kitchen, nervous about leaving but desperate to see Maven. “All right. Let’s go, handsome.”
I eye Joaquin’s bike with excitement. The last time I was on the back of his bike, I was shit-faced and upset, so I didn’t get to fully enjoy it like I will now. “Memories,” he asks with a hint of a smile in his tone.
I look up. “You remember that night?”
He nods. “Hot drunk chick on the back of my bike? Hell, yeah, I remember, especially how handsy you were.”
“Was I?”
He nods, smiling brightly and teasingly.
“Oh, good. I thought I might have been too drunk to enjoy myself properly.”
Joaquin shakes his head and hands me a helmet. “Put this on. Protect that pretty head of yours.”
He thinks I’m pretty! Instead of relishing that idea, I put it on and hop on back easily before snuggling close to his hot, hard body that smells like pure man, leather, and motorcycle.
I hold him tight and enjoy being close to Joaquin, but my thoughts drift to Maven. She’s a cool chick, a nice woman Hell, she’s one of the best women I know, but she isn’t cut out for jail. I mean, not that I’m cut out for jail either, but at least I’m crazy, and I have no problem cutting a bitch. We have to find a way to get Maven out sooner rather than later.
When we get to the jail, Wilder is there waiting impatiently, and we all go into the small visiting room together. There’s no six-inch thick glass between us, just a small round table with an officer looming in the corner.
“Maven!” I rush to her and wrap her in my arms as tight as I can. “Honey, are you all right?”
She pulls back with a shaky smile and red eyes, nodding to reassure me when I can see how shitty she’s doing with my own two eyes. “I’ve been better, Willow. How’s the bakery?”
“Good. I mean, great, really. Kenna is manning the register and using her rich girl manners to stop all the gossip. Letty is in the kitchen baking up a storm. I’m doing a couple specials,” I tell her and wait for her approval or rejection. “What do you think?”
“Sounds good. Stop worrying so much, Willow. You’ll do great. I just know it.”
I nod. “Do you need anything while you’re in here? Clean underwear? Vibrator? File and chisel?”
Maven laughs. “I’m all right for now but thank you. Just keep For Goodness Cakes going while I’m here, and I’ll love you forever.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” I tell her with a soft smile. “I’m sorry this shit is happening to you, Maven. I’m sure Wilder and the guys will have you out of here in no time.”
“Thanks.” Her gaze slides to Wilder, and I know it’s time to give the lovebirds a minute alone. “For everything, Will. Seriously.”
“No thanks necessary, babe. That’s what girlfriends are for. I’m glad to see you’re all right. Next time, I’ll bring you a toothbrush shank, just in case.”