scowling at him.
“You
have no idea,” he deadpans, his eyes locked on his fingers as they tap on the
screen. Looking up after a minute or two, he grins. Ringing from his jeans
pocket only causes the grin to turn into a full on smile. “There ya go,” he
says. Just as quickly the ringing stops and he hands me my phone back. “I
expect you to call me immediately if that spare fails on your way home.
Though,” he says, steering me toward my car again, “since Jared quit, I’d also
appreciate you letting me know you made it home safely, as well. It doesn’t sit
well with me for any one of you to be out alone.”
“Fine.”
Dominick opens my door, holding it open as I climb inside and settle myself
before starting my car.
“I’ll
be expecting that call, Ireland,” he says before letting me shut the door.
Walking
over to his car, he leans against it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he
stands there watching. Putting my car into gear, I pull out of the space and
exit the lot. I don’t know how long he stands there, but I could almost swear I
see him pass by my house right after I pull in.
Chapter Seven
Planes, Pubs, and
Pints
Mack
Looking
at my blank phone screen, I shake my head. Stubborn ass woman. I knew she
wouldn’t call once she got home. Swiping the screen, I select her name, and
type.
Are
you alive?
“Daddy!”
Jazz screams, bouncing on her heels like a rabbit on Redbull, the entire walk
from the car to the front porch. Elbowing me in the hip, she bolts through the
foyer, firmly grasping the cookie box, the second I open the front door. “Daddy,
I’m home!”
“Hey,
whoa! Freeze and hand over the box, and I won’t rip the heads off all your
dolls, kid. Those cookies are mine!” I call after her, but she’s already
barreling through the other end of the house, her screams echoing through the
entire house. My phone buzzes. Tapping the screen, I scowl at her reply.
Minimal
bleeding. That last few feet to the door were brutal .
Is
that sarcasm? I fire back, smirking.
Slamming
the door, I hang my keys on the hook and pocket my cell before going in search
of Henry. I want some answers. While following Ireland, to make sure she got
home safe in that clown car of hers, her being alone kept nagging at me. Now
that I’m home, I plan to find out who dropped the ball. Watching over a member
of the band that is plastered all over the front page nearly every day is a top
priority. “Big Man!” I shout, rounding the corner, heading straight for the
dining room.
As
always, I can hear the laughter and loud voices carry down the hallway long
before I reach the doorway. We aren’t a quiet group, that’s for sure. We also
don’t apologize for the fun, non-filtered way we behave either. Take us as a
whole, or get fucked.
It’s
your loss if you can’t take us at face value.
“My
favorite letter is O,” Hunter shouts, letting me know what they’re doing before
I even see the damn Scrabble board on the table.
When
usually a stupid board game would be reserved for senior citizens, our rowdy
bunch has transformed it into a strategic game of x-rated debauchery. Gauntlets
are thrown, bets shaken on, and before you know it, Hunter is running naked
through the freshly fallen snow, screaming the lyrics to his version of ‘ The
Twelve Days of Christmas ’.
Good
Times.
“I
see how it is,” I say, rolling my eyes. “No one waits on me before picking
teams and starting the game.”
“With
you in a minute, Deuce,” Hunter says, waving me off with his middle finger. “Anyway,
O is the first letter in orgasm. It’s the vowel that holds the word cock
together, and it’s always at the end of fuck.”
“Um,
wait. No, it isn’t,” Daisy argues, rolling her eyes.
“Oh
no?” he asks, skeptically, cocking his head to the side.
“Now
you’ve done it,” Chase says, burying her face in her hands. “It’s like feeding
the bears at the zoo. Don’t.”
He
smirks, a face splitting grin spreading
“You
have no idea,” he deadpans, his eyes locked on his fingers as they tap on the
screen. Looking up after a minute or two, he grins. Ringing from his jeans
pocket only causes the grin to turn into a full on smile. “There ya go,” he
says. Just as quickly the ringing stops and he hands me my phone back. “I
expect you to call me immediately if that spare fails on your way home.
Though,” he says, steering me toward my car again, “since Jared quit, I’d also
appreciate you letting me know you made it home safely, as well. It doesn’t sit
well with me for any one of you to be out alone.”
“Fine.”
Dominick opens my door, holding it open as I climb inside and settle myself
before starting my car.
“I’ll
be expecting that call, Ireland,” he says before letting me shut the door.
Walking
over to his car, he leans against it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he
stands there watching. Putting my car into gear, I pull out of the space and
exit the lot. I don’t know how long he stands there, but I could almost swear I
see him pass by my house right after I pull in.
Chapter Seven
Planes, Pubs, and
Pints
Mack
Looking
at my blank phone screen, I shake my head. Stubborn ass woman. I knew she
wouldn’t call once she got home. Swiping the screen, I select her name, and
type.
Are
you alive?
“Daddy!”
Jazz screams, bouncing on her heels like a rabbit on Redbull, the entire walk
from the car to the front porch. Elbowing me in the hip, she bolts through the
foyer, firmly grasping the cookie box, the second I open the front door. “Daddy,
I’m home!”
“Hey,
whoa! Freeze and hand over the box, and I won’t rip the heads off all your
dolls, kid. Those cookies are mine!” I call after her, but she’s already
barreling through the other end of the house, her screams echoing through the
entire house. My phone buzzes. Tapping the screen, I scowl at her reply.
Minimal
bleeding. That last few feet to the door were brutal .
Is
that sarcasm? I fire back, smirking.
Slamming
the door, I hang my keys on the hook and pocket my cell before going in search
of Henry. I want some answers. While following Ireland, to make sure she got
home safe in that clown car of hers, her being alone kept nagging at me. Now
that I’m home, I plan to find out who dropped the ball. Watching over a member
of the band that is plastered all over the front page nearly every day is a top
priority. “Big Man!” I shout, rounding the corner, heading straight for the
dining room.
As
always, I can hear the laughter and loud voices carry down the hallway long
before I reach the doorway. We aren’t a quiet group, that’s for sure. We also
don’t apologize for the fun, non-filtered way we behave either. Take us as a
whole, or get fucked.
It’s
your loss if you can’t take us at face value.
“My
favorite letter is O,” Hunter shouts, letting me know what they’re doing before
I even see the damn Scrabble board on the table.
When
usually a stupid board game would be reserved for senior citizens, our rowdy
bunch has transformed it into a strategic game of x-rated debauchery. Gauntlets
are thrown, bets shaken on, and before you know it, Hunter is running naked
through the freshly fallen snow, screaming the lyrics to his version of ‘ The
Twelve Days of Christmas ’.
Good
Times.
“I
see how it is,” I say, rolling my eyes. “No one waits on me before picking
teams and starting the game.”
“With
you in a minute, Deuce,” Hunter says, waving me off with his middle finger. “Anyway,
O is the first letter in orgasm. It’s the vowel that holds the word cock
together, and it’s always at the end of fuck.”
“Um,
wait. No, it isn’t,” Daisy argues, rolling her eyes.
“Oh
no?” he asks, skeptically, cocking his head to the side.
“Now
you’ve done it,” Chase says, burying her face in her hands. “It’s like feeding
the bears at the zoo. Don’t.”
He
smirks, a face splitting grin spreading
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