Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Kenzie looked at her twin, and they had one of those telepathic talks of theirs. She could almost read it.
When did Lou get delusional? Kenzie would ask.
Dad would say when her vagina took over, Kala would reply. Lou could tell. It was all in the way her brow curved up in a “what are you going to do about it” expression.
So what do we do?
Lou wanted to answer that one. Absolutely nothing. Not a thing. Just let it be, Taggarts.
Obviously we have to fix the problem for her. Yup. That was the look on Kala’s face.
“You can’t kill TJ.” That was Kala’s solution to everything.
Kala’s lips tugged up in a genuinely amused expression. “It would solve a lot of problems.”
“We could also talk to some of the military dudes we know,” Kenzie mused. “Maybe get him assigned to Antarctica.”
“You are not messing with his career.” It was absolutely the last thing she wanted. She stared the twins down. “Do you understand me? I know I’m the quiet one, but you mess with TJ and you mess with me. He’s your cousin. He’s a freaking Taggart.”
“So is Lucas, but he can be a pretentious asshole sometimes. Honestly, having that Taggart name makes you more and not less likely to be a massive ass. I should know.” Kala could be very self-aware.
Lucas Taggart was Sean Taggart’s son and a rising star in the culinary world. And he wasn’t an asshole by anyone but Kala’s standards. “He wouldn’t let you run an Agency op in his kitchen. That does not make him a bad person. And TJ is confused right now. He’s been through something terrible, and I’m his friend. He needed some comfort.”
“So you’re like a blankie?” Kenzie asked.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Big Tag starting to walk in. He pressed through the French doors, moving toward the front of the table.
“A warm, soothing vagina blanket,” Kala countered. “She’s TJ’s vagina blankie.”
And Big Tag turned without saying a word and practically ran back toward the kitchen.
She was starting to worry about him. “Stop saying the word vagina around your dad. He can only take so much. And I meant what I said about TJ. Don’t try to screw with his assignments.”
“Dad already did,” Kenzie explained. “He’s sticking with us for the next three months. We’re heading back to Dallas in a couple of hours, so I guess you’ll get in some club time together. I don’t know. It could work. It works for Kala and Coop.”
It did not. Not in any way. They were the most dysfunctional… She couldn’t call them a couple. Pair. Or was that her and TJ?
Except all of the sudden, TJ seemed to want to function. A lot. He wanted to function all over the place.
“So you’re hedging your bets.” Kenzie slung a leg over one arm of the chair she sat in, regarding Lou thoughtfully. “You think TJ’s going to change his mind, but you can’t quite not give it a shot, hence the keep-it-to-the-club thing.”
“She’s scared.” Kala got serious. “And she’s got every right to be. Why should she open herself up to him? He’s always denied her before, always friend-zoned her. Poor baby got tased a half a dozen times and suddenly he needs his blankie. Well, what happens when the taser sting wears off and he wants a normal life again? What happens when he wakes up and decides he wants someone else?”
Were they still talking about her and TJ? She knew Cooper had drifted in and out of Kala’s life for years, knew he’d said some things that had hurt her when they’d been kids. But since he’d joined the team, Cooper seemed to spend all his time trying to get close to her.
And in the club, they could be savage.
Did she want that with TJ? Did she want to screw him so badly that she would toss out all the rest?
“What happens if he’s awake now and doesn’t want to go back to sleep? What happens if he finally found the one piece that didn’t fit, and now it’s the right time?” a deep voice asked.
For spies, they really should know better than to talk about sensitive subjects in the middle of a room that opened to all the other rooms. TJ stood in the archway that led to the great room and the stairs to the bedrooms. He leaned against the wall, his hair a bit scruffy and damp from a shower.
A shower he’d offered to take with her.
Longing welled up. All the man had to do is walk into a room and she longed. She wanted.
Would satisfying that longing be enough? Because despite his words, he would go back to his job at some point, and he would remember all the reasons they didn’t fit.
“Was the piece that suddenly fit her boobs?” Kala was relentless.