Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
The only reason she didn’t hightail it out of there was because she’d come with someone else—a man she only recently started seeing—and if she told Glen she wanted to leave only minutes after arriving, he’d have questions.
Questions she wouldn’t want to answer.
She should’ve pretended to get sick.
But she also didn’t want to disappoint Ledger since he’d been hyped about coming. In the car, Glen had asked her son if he wanted him to win one of those humungous stuffed teddy bears. Of course, Ledger got so excited that if he hadn’t been buckled in, he would’ve bounced right out of his car seat.
So, she sucked it up, knowing she might run into bikers she knew and only hoped Zeke wouldn’t be one of them.
As always, her luck when it came to the pain-in-the-ass president of the Dirty Angels was the worst.
Her pulse quickened when she saw Glen waving at them and holding up some cotton candy.
Great. Not only was Zeke stalking her, but Ledger might soon be overdosing on pink spun sugar.
“Who’s that motherfucker?” The words had been growled from behind her.
“Leave me alone, Zeke. My life isn’t your business.”
“Guess you didn’t wait too long to find some new dick.”
He had some damn nerve.
“Too long? It’s been almost four years,” she hissed over her shoulder. “You probably spent most of that time in jail.”
“No jail.”
“Oh, I meant prison. Tomato, tomahto.” She stopped dead.
She’d prefer Zeke didn’t meet Glen, and if she continued on her current path, that was going to happen.
Again, that might raise too many questions. One of them being why a tattooed man wearing a DAMC cut was following her and Ledger through the fairgrounds. If she lied and said he was only an old friend, Zeke was sure to open his big trap and tell him otherwise.
Ledger tugged on her shorts again. “Mommy, twain.”
Twain? She glanced over to where Ledger pointed. Yes, it certainly was a train. It was one of those kids’ trains that didn’t need tracks and was pulled by an electric engine.
Kyra did a double-take when she glanced back and saw Glen taking long strides toward them, wearing a huge smile.
Oh shit.
In the short time they’d been dating, he’d been great with Ledger. He’d probably make a great father figure. Unlike the man lurking behind her, who could hardly take responsibility for himself.
Glen’s smile slipped as his gaze shifted to the dark cloud trailing her.
Probably because Zeke was now crowding her, giving off a possessive vibe.
At first, she had thought bikers acting like that around their women was cute. Then she learned it was more about misogyny. Claiming women as club “property,” rather than being protective.
Funny how that possessiveness didn’t work both ways and they felt free to cheat.
“We’ll go on the train in a few minutes, buddy.” As soon as I scrape off the unwanted man behind us.
Or more like the man now next to her.
She groaned under her breath.
“Zeke, go away!” she whispered fiercely.
Of course she was ignored.
“This your kid?” Zeke asked Glen.
Holy shit! “Zeke!”
Glen’s eyebrows pinned together, probably confused on why some stranger was asking. “No.”
“Glen, you don’t have to answer any of his questions. Just ignore him.”
“Whose kid is he, Glen?”
“Some loser.” Glen’s head tipped to the side as understanding filled his eyes. “Is that loser you?”
Oh no. They needed to get away from Zeke before he went all caveman alpha asshole and caused a scene. Ledger didn’t need to witness that. No one did.
“Come on, let’s go get on the train.” She gave Ledger’s hand a squeeze and gave Glen a look she hoped he could read.
Ignoring Zeke’s stiff body and concrete-like jaw, Glen handed the cotton candy to Ledger. “Here you go, kid. Doesn’t a train ride sound like fun?”
“Yeah!” Ledger yelled, getting all twitchy with excitement.
Just wait until that sugar hit his veins. But with everything going on, she wasn’t going to take it away from him. Not yet, anyway. She’d let him have a little of it, then when he wasn’t paying attention, she’d toss the rest.
Or Glen could finish it.
Either way, she didn’t need her three-year-old bouncing off the walls.
“What do you say to Glen?”
“Skank you!”
Kyra coughed to hide her laughter. “It’s ‘thank you.’”
Ledger tried again. “Spank you!”
“Close enough.” She injected some enthusiasm in her tone. “Let’s go! I can’t wait to get on the choo-choo!”
“Choo! Choo!” Ledger crowed, then took a big bite of the cotton candy, making his mouth, chin and nose a sticky mess.
With a hand to Kyra’s back, Glen steered them away from Zeke and toward the “train station.”
Not that his actions stopped Zeke, of course. “Kyra, I need answers.”
“I don’t owe you anything. My life has nothing to do with you. Not anymore.”
When he went to grab her arm to bring her to a stop, Glen slapped a hand against Zeke’s chest. “Leave. Her. Alone.”