Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I didn’t know anything about the rules in their organization or on this job, but I didn’t want to get Milo into trouble. He’d been nothing but good to me.
Before either of us could say anything else, though, the door lock bleeped. Then there was Milo again. Looking a little worried. Like he’d been really uncomfortable leaving the two of us alone together.
“Lucked out that the diner food showed up when I was grabbing the Italian,” he said, seeming to force a casualness in his tone that was belied by the tension in his shoulders.
“Why so much food?” Dom asked, looking like he had no plans on leaving.
“That’s my fault,” I admitted, taking the soda Milo passed me. “I admitted that my apartment has no way to cook. And that I missed hot food. Milo took it from there.”
“We got a ton if you didn’t eat yet.”
“Had another fucking liquid dinner,” Dom admitted, grimacing. “Gonna have to get hazard pay for what this job is doing to my liver.”
“There’s a great spa in town with a sauna,” I offered, seeing the warm look Milo shot me out of the corner of my eye. “Sweat out some of those toxins.”
“Sitting naked in a room without a beautiful woman to join me sounds like a waste of time to me,” Dom said as he walked over to the mini fridge and came back with a bottle of water since we hadn’t expected him and didn’t get him a drink.
“Here,” I said, digging around in my overstuffed purse to produce a plastic bag with several electrolyte packets. “There are a bunch of flavors. Pick one. You need to rehydrate.”
“Thanks, babe,” he said, giving me a curious look. “Am I allowed to ask what’s going on yet?” he asked as Milo set out all the food and utensils.
“I was checking out Frank’s office.”
“Yeah?” Dom asked, shoveling a pile of lo mein onto the top of a clamshell from the Mexican place to use as a plate. “Went bad?”
“Sort of. I was caught.”
“Frank?”
“No.”
“His goons?”
“No. Um, the pit boss.”
Dom’s head snapped up.
“The pit boss? With the hair?”
“God, she really does have great hair,” I agreed. “But, yeah, her.”
“Long story short, she gave Roe the heads-up she needed to escape without being seen. And she did manage to snap a few pictures before it went south.”
“Oh, right,” I agreed, reaching for my phone and plugging in the code. I quickly swiped away my texts with Milo before finding the camera feed and handing the phone over.
Then I got busy filling my makeshift plate with a little bit of everything as Milo and Dom took turns grunting at my phone.
I curled up on my chair, using my legs as a table as I stared out the windows at the moon on the water below.
I was vaguely aware of the men talking but went ahead and let it become background noise as I focused on my own thoughts again.
And they were, as they always were with Milo, conflicted.
Because on the one hand, the pressure on my lower stomach reminded me that we hadn’t finished what we’d started.
But on the other, I knew I had to be thankful for that. Because I’d been about to be incredibly reckless.
I mean, no, I hadn’t had to worry about pregnancy since my mom put me on the Pill when I was fifteen because she said it would help my (nonexistent) acne.
That said, that wasn’t the only worry when it came to unprotected sex with practical strangers. Especially ones I had to assume got around often.
I didn’t even know how that happened.
I was always careful. Always.
I mean, I once dated a guy for six months, both tested, me on birth control, and still made him use condoms. And he had not been happy about it either.
I simply didn’t do careless when it came to my body.
Well, this wildly unhealthy meal aside.
I knew I was going to be bloated and uncomfortable after, that I might need to wear a compression garment for my next shift until I could flush the salt out of me. I just couldn’t bring myself to care.
The worst thing that could happen was Frank pulling me aside and telling me I was getting chunky. Which he’d done before. And to give him the tiniest bit of credit, he’d done it with a lot more tact than my former agent, photographers, designers, and my own mother.
“Roe?”
My head whipped over, finding Milo watching me with a look that made me think he must have called me more than once.
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
“I was just thinking that my dresses aren’t going to fit after I eat all of this,” I told him, waving down at my half-eaten plate.
“Curves are good,” Dom said, shrugging. “Gives a man something to grab onto.”
I shot him a smile. “Good to know,” I said before focusing back on Milo. “Was there anything useful?”