Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“There’s nothing wrong with me getting creative,” she said as she started pulling out random items. “I’m a great cook. You liked my shortbread.”
Tobias patted his stomach. “Sure did.”
“Yeah, because she followed a recipe,” Jenner said to him quietly. “When Immy follows a recipe, everything tastes amazing. When she gets creative, well, it’s a bit hit and miss.”
“It is not! My creative meals are amazing!”
Such a lie.
Jenner shot her a look telling her that he wasn’t buying what she was trying to sell. And she hid a smile. This was going to be so much fun.
Tobias stared down at Immy’s concoction.
He hadn’t been sure whether to believe Jenner when he said that Immy’s concoctions were hit and miss. He now thought the other man was being generous.
Because this definitely looked like a miss.
Then again, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d deliberately turned this concoction into a mess.
Immy was so sweet and lovely.
But he could see she had another side.
And he had a feeling that this was her way of getting revenge.
It was a bit naughty, but he approved.
“What the fuck?” Sampson grumbled as he sat at the dining table. “Who let Immy make one of her concoctions?”
“Who pissed her off?” Abe asked as he sat next to Sampson. He looked a bit rough. There were dark marks under his eyes as though he hadn’t been sleeping. He was pale and thin.
Tobias knew he should probably feel sorry for him.
But, seriously, he needed to fucking get past it.
Sure, he’d been tasked with looking after Maeve. But he’d been caught out by surprise and he wasn’t trained for this shit.
“Whoever it was, they did a good job,” Isaiah commented. He didn’t look that great either. Apparently, he’d been doing some research into Maeve’s stalker.
Grant Robson.
Tobias didn’t like the stuff that Gray had found in Robson’s apartment. A notebook with some rules that were similar to the original Deity’s rules.
There was a copycat.
And the fact that Robson had gone after Maeve seemed to be some indication that Immy could be in danger too.
And that was something he definitely did not like.
Because no one got to threaten Immy. He’d be watching her even closer now. They all would be.
“Here we are. Last bit of food for family dinner.” Immy stared around at them all, beaming.
“Who are you getting revenge on?” Abe asked.
“Revenge? Whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently as Jenner stood and drew back her seat for her.
She stared up at him like he hung the moon and the stars and Tobias couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy. Jenner rested his hand on her shoulder.
“What even is this?” Isaiah forked some up, looking doubtful.
“I call it Immy’s Chicken Pot Pie. But with Hamburger Helper. And lots of ketchup. Yum. Yum. Dig in.”
Jenner sat and was the first one to bravely attempt Immy’s Chicken Pot Pie which had no chicken.
This girl was crazy.
And Tobias was here for it.
Jenner started to choke and grabbed a glass of water to swallow it down. “Immy? What the hell?”
“What? Is something wrong with it?” She forked up some to eat and Jenner smacked her hand.
She dropped the fork. “Hey!”
Tobias stiffened at the action. What the hell? He was about to jump up and reach over to give Jenner a taste of his own medicine when Jenner spoke.
“Don’t eat it,” he said in a hoarse voice. Then he swallowed several more mouthfuls of water. “Chili. So much chili.”
“There was? I only added a couple of tablespoons of that sauce that Isaiah got.”
“Oh shit. That stuff is made with Carolina Reapers,” Isaiah said. He ate some. “Ooh yep. This has got some heat.”
“Oops,” Immy said. “Sorry.”
Jenner shot her a stern look. “Oops? You know you don’t react well to chili and you put it in anyway. Two weeks without Twizzlers.”
“Hey, no! You can’t do that!”
“Just did. You would have been wheezing and coughing and maybe even vomiting. No Twizzlers. Two weeks.”
Immy pouted, but to his surprise, Jenner didn’t relent. He’d thought the other man might have caved.
Tobias really didn’t understand how these guys didn’t see that Immy was a Little, when they pretty much spent their time Topping her.
17
“Drop the slime, Cherry.”
Immy let out a scream, turning to glare at Tobias who was leaning against the door to the mudroom.
“Where did you come from?” she asked, straightening. “I thought you were outside.”
“I’m sure you wish I was. Drop the slime, Little girl.”
Urgh.
Why did it always send a shiver of longing through her when he called her ‘Little girl.’
“This has nothing to do with you,” she said, putting the slime behind her back.
She’d thought everyone was gone and Tobias was outside.
This sucked.
“No point in putting the slime behind your back at this stage, Cherry,” he told her. “Seen it.”
She pouted. “Are you going to tell him?”
“Now, that might depend on whose shoes that slime was going in.”