Doin' a Dime Vale, Lynn (best beach reads of all time txt) 📖

it a universal rule? Or just a rule for our motorcycle club?”

“Six,” Lynn said as he wandered up from the woods. “Why must you pester everyone to death?”

Six batted her eyes at her man. “Because I have questions. Lots and lots of questions. And I feel like they should always have answers.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Wyett said as she stood up on the side of the truck and looked down at me. “Can you catch me?”

I walked closer and held out my hands.

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I really thought that she would at least come down gently. Maybe sit down on the side of the truck bed before launching herself my way.

She didn’t do either. She came down so hard and fast that I had to step back or risk her jumping on my head.

I caught her with a whoosh of exhaled air from my lungs and took two steps back to keep my feet.

She was lucky that I was used to taking hits—jail trained me for a few things at least—or I would’ve ended up on the ground with her.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “I thought you were going to come down nicely.”

She laughed in my face, scrambled out of my arms, and then immediately started to open up her Rice Krispie.

“You’ll find,” Lynn said as he came up to my truck and started to take out bags. His. Not anyone else’s. “That the two of them are really weird. Wyett may look like she’s normal because she dresses like she does, and works a normal job, but she’s just as weird as Six. She’s just better at hiding it.”

I snorted.

“Hey,” Wyett said around a mouthful of food. “I don’t think I’m weird.”

“And that’s the problem,” Lynn countered as he walked away.

I looked at my wife.

“It’s okay,” I teased. “I kind of like that you’re weird. It doesn’t make my weird seem all that extreme.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not weird. You’re intensely focused on all things computer.”

“And you,” I countered.

She stuck her tongue out before taking another bite.

“Wasn’t it you that she tried to get to pay attention to her, and you were so focused on trying to find her aunt’s money that you didn’t notice that she was naked right next to you?” Six asked.

I turned to my wife. “You told her that?”

“We tell each other everything,” Six said with a shrug.

“Ugh,” I grumbled. “Of course, you do.”

Not that I cared.

I mean, honestly, it was quite a good thing to have someone that you could share closeness like that with.

“’Scuse me,” Sin grumbled, seemingly pissed off, as he shouldered past me.

I had to jump backward to keep him from brushing against me. Something in which all three of them noticed.

“Hunt doesn’t like being touched,” Six said. “You dumbass.”

Sin rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Sorry, what?” Six crossed her arms over her chest.

“Uh-oh,” Wyett said around another mouthful of food. “You better run before she goes all Sixmo on your ass.”

“Sorry.” Sin pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just that I’m having a really big problem, and I don’t know what to do. I’m still processing.”

The fact that he was even saying anything at all surprised me. Normally Sin was very open with giving you words, but not necessarily having any substance to his words. If that made any sense at all.

“What kind of problem?” Six asked, interested now. “A woman problem?”

The way Sin flinched at the ‘woman problem’ made me narrow my eyes in concern.

It wasn’t like Sin at all.

I’d only known him for a very short time, and in that time, I knew him to be very jovial. He was a typical flirt. He gave as good as he got. But we never really got into depth when it came to him. He never gave away anything about him personally, now that I thought about it.

I didn’t even know if he had any family.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Sin grumbled. “The kind that comes with very overprotective family that would happily kick my ass if I went there with her.”

“Sounds like you already did go there with her,” Wyett said softly. “And you want to go there again, but you’re stopping yourself. Why?”

Sin opened his mouth to deny that, but immediately snapped it back shut. “Shit.”

Wyett grinned. Then she turned and looked at me.

She had a small piece of Rice Krispie stuck to her chin, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and licking it off.

She gasped, leaning into me as I pulled her closer, and snickered. “This was messy.”

It was. That was why I’d left it in the back with the drinks. I’d watched some kid bite into one at the counter and a lot of it had wound up on the floor as well as the kid himself.

“I see that,” I said.

“Get a room.” Six pushed past Sin and us, heading in the direction of her cabin where Lynn had disappeared with their luggage.

Sin followed shortly after with his own, leaving the two of us standing there for a few long seconds.

“I don’t really know how to camp,” she murmured softly. “Do you?”

We’d briefly discussed this during the week, but both of us had been so damn busy with work that it’d been rough to get a word in edgewise. Especially when she was on night shifts, and I was on whatever shifts required to catch up with four years’ worth of work.

Doing anything that Lynn needed first meant that I didn’t get my work done until well after normal business hours.

But I found that my work was a lot more fulfilling knowing that I had a purpose when it came to what I did with Lynn.

Helping people had always been my goal when I’d set out to fix the world.

“Let’s go,” she said as she climbed up on the tire and pulled out the air mattress that we’d ordered off of Amazon and hadn’t bothered to take out of the box yet.

I allowed her to get that while I