Page 9 of Bombshell

Nina scowled. “Didn’t I send you on your way?”

She pressed her plump lips into a pout, then strutted toward the door. I was completely envious of her legs. They were so long. Why had God decided that I was to be a stump? He did unfair things like that all the time. Made me question wasting all my words, praying to him. It sounded like a pointless ritual. He was gonna do what he wanted anyway. I doubted me begging him otherwise would change a dang thing.

“Oh! Speak of the devil,” Amethyst said in a singsong voice.

I glanced back at her to see Micah walking through the red door.

His eyes landed on mine, and he smirked. “Take that bread with you, Tink, and come with me. I got some questions I need answered before I call my sister.”

“Tink? Well, ain’t that sweeter ’n pie?” Amethyst told him with a fake Southern twang.

“Fuck off,” he replied, not glancing her way. “You’ve got a job. Go do it.”

“I was waiting on Dylan. Are you done with her?” Amethyst shot back at him.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

When he reached me, he leaned against the bar and gave Nina a sexy grin that had once stolen my breath. Perhaps it still did things to me now, but I would like to pretend it didn’t affect me at all. Not in the least.

“Can I have a slice of bread, beautiful?” he asked her.

Nina sighed and put her mug down on the counter, then picked up a knife. “Yes. But only if you promise to be on your best behavior with this one. I like her.”

He nodded. “You can trust that,” he assured her. “Pep would kill me otherwise.”

She handed him a slice of buttered deliciousness on a napkin. “You aren’t known for respecting things like that,” she told him.

“When it comes to my sister, I am,” he replied, taking the bread. “Thank you.”

She gave him a nod, then turned her attention back to me. “Take yours with you. And don’t be a stranger.”

I returned her smile and stood up, taking my uneaten slice. “Thank you.”

Micah nodded his head toward the red door. “Let’s take it to the library.”

Library? Who around here read, and what kind of books did they read?

5

Micah

I should have called Pepper the moment I brought Dolly back here. I knew that, yet I still hadn’t called her. Mostly because I wasn’t ready for the drama that was gonna ensue when I did. My sister was a hothead, and when she found out that her timid little best friend had been dating the man who had stolen a hundred grand of arsenal from us while using Pepper as a distraction five years ago, she was gonna lose her shit. Keeping Pepper from going after Canyon Acree herself would be a full-time job. She had her own reasons for hating him.

I finished pouring myself a glass of whiskey, then turned to look at Dolly Dixon standing in the center of the room, watching me. She wasn’t pitching a fit like she had earlier. She’d gone quiet on me. Those eyes of hers were wide. And, fuck, how did someone built like that look so damn innocent at the same time? Because she was slow. I had to remember that she was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I had to be gentle with her. She’d been a sassy little fireball earlier, but I doubted she’d take the information I had well.

“How long have you been seeing Canyon?” I asked her, walking over to take a seat on one of the leather recliners.

Dolly didn’t speak or move, so I motioned for her to have a seat on the sofa that was behind her. She glanced back at it, then took her time doing as I’d suggested. Those legs of hers might be short, but, damn, they were nice. I allowed myself the enjoyment of watching her cross her legs as she sat back.

When my gaze finally made it to her face again, I raised my eyebrows in question. “Well?” I urged.

She held her shoulders back and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. The hot pink of her nail polish made the corner of my lips curl. She had always been a prissy thing. Nothing like my wild-ass sister. They were thick as thieves and complete opposites.

“’Bout two months now,” she replied in her thick Southern drawl.

“And you kept that from Pepper for that long?” I asked, surprised.

Her dainty shoulders lifted and fell, drawing my attention to her tits for a moment. “Pepper’s been busy with getting the bar ready. I doubt she wants to hear about my dating life. She has more important issues.”

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