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

today, too.” I felt Hunt tense underneath my hands. “Actually, it was from my aunt’s lawyer. He’s saying that he’s suing me on her behalf for ‘emotional damage’ and that he ‘needs my new address’ to make that happen. Unless I ‘want him to visit my job.’”

Hunt sighed. “I changed your address online. According to the DMV, as well as all public records are concerned, you live in an abandoned lot in Souls Chapel, Texas. I procured it under the Souls Chapel Revenants MC’s name. I didn’t want her finding you.”

That made sense.

Kind of, anyway.

“Okay.” I shrugged. “What do you have in that bag?”

It was pushing into my side, and it was warm.

It was making my mouth water, too.

The smell was divine.

“Chicken bacon club.” He paused. “No tomatoes. Jalapeno chips. Slice of chocolate cake. Sweet tea.”

I groaned.

“How did you know that was my favorite?” I wondered.

He laughed. “I’m catching up on a lot of stuff in regards to you. But last week you left a receipt on the counter with the order on there. I didn’t know it was your favorite. I just knew that you’d ordered it. I was hoping that you liked it, too.”

I did.

I liked it a lot.

The problem was that the damn place, a mom and pop chain called Misfits, that you got it from had really odd hours.

And if they sold out of food before I got off of work, then I wouldn’t get to go.

They sold out a lot.

That was why I hadn’t bothered getting Hunt anything, because that was literally the last of the meat that they had to make a sandwich with.

I’d felt sort of bad, so after I’d gotten done eating, I’d stopped and gotten him a sandwich from Subway.

I’d learned only after that he wasn’t a big fan of sandwiches and he’d already eaten.

We’d given it to the dogs, and they’d loved it.

But I’d still felt badly that I’d eaten my food in the parking lot because I was so hungry and had in turn caused him to eat on his own at home.

This getting used to being married and actually having him around thing was not an easy job.

But he hadn’t seemed offended by my actions at the time.

And now he was being all sweet about it.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “Do you have time to come eat with me?”

He let me go and caught my hand. “Lead the way to where you want to go.”

I led him outside.

It was a little hot and humid today, but I didn’t want to go into the staff room because I damn well knew my fellow co-workers would find a reason to come in and eat with me. Or just drop in to ‘talk.’ Or they’d ‘forget’ something in their lockers.

Selfishly, I wanted Hunt all to myself.

When we sat down, the bench wasn’t much to work with, so he held my bag of chips for me as I all but downed my sandwich.

In between bites of sandwich and chips, he would offer me the sweet tea that was making a sweat circle on the cement beneath our feet.

“You were hungry,” he mused as he watched me go back to my sandwich.

I snickered. “You made me workout last night. Then, this morning, I forgot my breakfast and my lunch.”

He snorted. “That was why I brought the food. And your sandwich looked sad, so I brought you a better one.”

I bumped him with my shoulder. “How was work this morning? And last night? What kept you away from our bed?”

What kept you away from me?

“Well, at first it was something stupid.” He laughed. “I was watching videos on how to ride a motorcycle. Those videos led to me seeing something that I didn’t like in one of them. Then I kind of went down a rabbit hole and got a man’s abused wife away from him. I sent her a message through her private messenger account of a place that would help her if she thought she needed it. Then I deleted that message. Then spent thirty more minutes looking at cat videos. Then I…”

He spoke about his night as I ate, and by the time that I was finished with my sandwich, honey mustard on my fingers and dripping down my palm, he was still going strong.

“…then I went back to something that Lynn has me working on because I had an epiphany about something. Then your aunt logged onto one of her accounts, which is cleverly not under her own name, and finally clued me into where she was hiding it. It was the biggest one yet. So, I spent some time on that.” His mouth continued. “I took that…”

He trailed off when I started to lick the honey mustard off of my fingers, one drip at a time.

“You’re kind of a mess,” he teased, pulling my fingers toward him and sucking them into his mouth.

One by one.

Each time he took a finger into his hot mouth, my insides would clench.

When he got to my palm and licked that up, too, I was panting.

He finally let me go, his eyes on my hand.

“I should’ve made sure that you washed your hands,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes. “My hands are clean as fuck.”

He grinned. “That’s my favorite unit of measurement.”

Giggling, I wiped my hand down with an alcohol wipe I produced from my pocket.

Not that I minded him on my skin, but they were still sticky, and I was trying to distract myself from climbing into his lap and kissing the holy hell out of him.

That would likely be inappropriate at work. Especially in this particular garden in the middle of the hospital where every single hallway had a view of it.

“You have quite a commute to work,” he said as he started to gather his trash. “I guess I didn’t realize how far away Longview is from home.”

An hour.

“No wonder you have to leave so early,” he continued as he stood up and walked his trash over to the trash can. “I’m