Doin' a Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,24

don’t like touches that are light. Like tickling touches. When you touch me, I don’t feel like something creepy and crawly is whispering over my skin.”

She blinked, and once again her lashes drew my attention. “Okay.”

“And the thought of you cuddling with me isn’t abhorrent, either,” I continued. “Your eyelashes are really long again. They’re still real, right? I’ve heard that it’s all the hype nowadays to have lash extensions.”

Her lips quirked up at the corner. “The thought of cuddling you isn’t abhorrent to me, either. And to answer your other question, they’re still real.”

My lips twitched up at the corners as amusement flittered through my system. “I want you to stay here. I want you to continue to live here however long you want to live here. I want you to also realize that I’m going to have trouble reintegrating into society—at least that was what I’d heard from other inmates who’d been let free and then come back—so I’m going to need you to keep me in line. Also, you’ll be a suitable buffer between my family and acquaintances.”

She was smiling then. “When’s my first assignment?”

She was teasing, but I had one for her anyway.

“I have to go talk to my parents,” I admitted. “They’ll want to know that I’m home. Not that they ever came and saw me in that place or anything. Then again, I’m fairly sure that they might’ve self-destructed if they had.”

Her hands went to her hips.

“I don’t mind doing that with you,” she confessed. “But you’ll have to schedule it around my work, and my schooling.”

I nodded once. “I think I can make that happen.”

She finally let the suitcase go, and the bag popped open all over again.

My lips twitched when I saw how hastily the bag was packed.

“I really like the idea of you being here,” I said. “Because, now, we can take care of your aunt problem.”

“My ant… oh!” She paused. “My aunt! And yeah, she’s definitely a problem. But, saying that, She’s not too big of a problem. Just an annoyance at this point. She’ll die eventually and it’ll revert to me out of default. I have a steady, good paying job. I also have no bills, thanks to you, and a steady flow of cash that goes straight into my 401K or my savings. I can live off of scraps. Her, on the other hand? She’ll get desperate eventually. And when she does, she’ll cave.”

I didn’t like that answer.

She shouldn’t have to wait.

And I would make sure that she wasn’t doing it any longer.

Anticipation for what was about to come started to hum through my veins.

I hadn’t had my hands on my own computer equipment in years.

“I’m going to take a shower. Do you think you can order pizza? Or something delivery? I’m not picky on what. While we’re waiting… I’m going to go get on the computers.” I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

“I’m surprised you’ve gone this long,” she admitted. “That computer room looks like it was constructed out of love and care. The rest of the house pales in comparison. But, lucky you, I was able to have it all tuned up by your friend, Mordy, just last week.”

I grinned wickedly, and her face went slack with shock.

Or worry.

“What?” The grin fell off my face.

She shook herself free of her blank stare.

“Nothing.” She smiled tightly. “I’ll order pizza. You go get your shower and head into the Bat Cave. I’ll let you know when the food is here.”

I winked at her. “Thanks.”

With that, I headed to the shower.

It was quick.

I was in and out in under five minutes—I learned not to linger in the showers because that invited touch—and was dressed in sweatpants and nothing else two seconds later as I went to my computer room.

I pushed the door open and felt something lift off of my chest at the sight in front of me.

“Do you want something to drink?” Wyett hollered from the kitchen just as I stepped foot inside.

I looked all around me before answering. “Whatever you happen to have that’s cold, I’ll gladly take.”

Then I dove in.

CHAPTER 9

Anything you can do, I can do better. Unless it’s whoring. Then you win hands down.

-Text from Wyett to Six

WYETT

They hated me.

Absolutely, no doubt about it, detested me.

I should’ve known that they would hate me based solely on the fact that I was showing up married to the baby prodigal son.

It hadn’t all started out bad, of course.

When we’d first walked into the mini-mansion on the