Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
There was no more yelling.
But there was, however, galloping.
“What the fuck?” Nettie and I both said at the same time.
We peeked around the corner of the tunnel and…
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“I feel like we’re in a romance novel setting right now,” she breathed as we watched Weaver gallop up on a horse.
One second he was at the entrance of the field, and the next he was galloping so damn fast across the field that everyone turned and looked to see where the thunder was coming from.
“His ass looks really good in those pants,” she whispered.
He was in tan pants that fit him like a glove.
According to him when I’d checked him out in them this morning, they were 5.11 Tactical pants that were made for movement. They were stretchy, durable, and protective.
I’d just been damn impressed in the way they cupped his ass and his package.
“I know,” I breathed as he made it to the man with the gun.
When he got close, he took his foot from the stirrup and launched himself off the back of the horse right at the man staring in shock at the horse rocketing toward him.
Weaver took the guy out like a battering ram.
They both hit so hard that we could hear the thud of their bodies from half a football field away.
“Ohhh,” I breathed at the sound.
The dad hit the ground with a solid thunk, my sexy beast of a man on top of him rearing backward to lay one solid punch to the guy’s temple.
The guy went out like a light, and the rest of us were all staring.
“Does your stadium have video of that?” she asked.
“I have one of those cameras on the girls.” I pointed to it. “Everything will be in high definition.”
“Aces,” she breathed. “Send it to me. I need some spank bank material.”
“Gross.” I punched her in the arm. “Get your own man.”
Her sigh was long and loud. “The one I want hates me.”
I snorted. “Keep telling yourself that, Nettie.”
I ran/shuffled out of the tunnel toward my man, who saw me coming and all but wilted at the sight of me.
He started running, too, picked me up in his arms and squeezed me gently.
He was shaking, and I almost felt sorry for the way that he’d had to come here and deal with this.
Almost.
If he hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have gotten to see that spectacular performance.
I couldn’t wait to rewatch it later.
Then finally put his bed to good use and fuck him on it.
“I’m okay,” I promised.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
Cop cars pulled onto the track, and Sheriff Black was there, along with Gentry and several other sheriff deputies.
“What happened?” Black asked.
I buried my face into Weaver’s neck. “There’s more.”
He tensed. “What kind of more?”
I gave him the rundown.
“Goddammit,” he growled. “Did you take the gun?”
I sighed. “It seriously never occurred to me. So she’s armed.”
Gentry heard most of my explanation and peeled off to talk to Black, who had the dad, still passed out, in handcuffs and disarmed.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I pulled back and cupped Weaver’s cheeks. “That was…oh my god. I don’t even know what to call it. But seriously, I didn’t know you could ride a horse.”
“I can’t.” He paused. “At least not more than recreationally. It’s just that Denver knows how to train a damn horse. I didn’t do a thing but ride it here.”
I snickered. “I can’t wait to watch that video in 4K later.”
He just shook his head. “Where are the girls?”
I pointed toward the back hallway. “Locked in the locker room. They’re insulated and really far away from where my mother’s locked in.”
“Good,” he said. “Let’s go check on them.”
Twenty-Nine
If you’re going to be weird, be confident about it.
—Weaver’s secret thoughts
Weaver
Two months later
“Swear to Christ,” I grumbled. “If you do not stop sharing that video, I’m going to paddle your damn ass!”
Eddy blew me a kiss before she got into her car and drove to the fieldhouse where she was meeting her team to drive to the state championship.
I’d be following later.
Way later.
“You ready to go?” I asked my girl.
“Yeah,” Bossy said. “We’re just meeting them for lunch, right? Then we’re going to the game.”
“We’re going to the game.” I chuckled. “We’re just meeting them at the diner to eat, then they’re going to follow us to the game.”
“Okay, good.” Bossy sighed. “It’ll be good to see them.”
“Agreed,” I said as we headed out.
“When are you going to let me drive?”
I looked at my girl. “You drive all the time with Eddy.”
“Yeah, but not with you.”
“There’s only so much control I have, and it’s bad enough driving through all these mountain passes on my own. I think I might suffer a stroke if I had to sit in the passenger seat and trust you with my life.”
She snorted. “You’re so extra, Dad.”