Doin' a Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,52

that you were in the same boat?”

I shook my head. “I don’t tell anyone anything about me. That’s why I’m able to stay so safe. Everything that I have, I’ve hidden. There are a lot of people out there in cyber world that would love to take my fucking head off. Or, my fictional head, anyway.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means that I’ve made a lot of enemies. There was a movie star once that I made sure paid dearly for what he’d done to a friend of a friend. Though, before he hurt that friend of a friend, he’d tried to hurt me. And let’s just say, I don’t take kindly to that. I buried him. And enjoyed doing it. But he has a lot of fans that would just love to make my life a living hell.” I paused. “But that’s just one instance. There are quite a few more that would love to cause me harm. That’s why we’re always going to be careful about who we give information to. And although I liked that guy, I don’t trust him with your life.”

Her face softened even more, and the first rays of the setting sun reflected off of her eyes as she turned to look at me with the sweetest smile on her face.

“As for why I liked him, I don’t know,” I admitted. “Kid was ex-military. Ex-con. Was very free with why he was ex-both. He caught a recruiter trying to molest a young college girl. He stopped it. They buried the case and he was dishonorably discharged. Months after that, the recruiter was caught doing it again to another girl, and this girl just so happened to be the girl he was crushing hard on, and he lost it. Reacted badly. Beat the shit out of the guy with a tire iron. Served six years of a twelve-year sentence. Now he’s with a motorcycle club and trying to make something of himself.”

“Sounds a lot like some of y’all’s stories,” my wife teased as she pressed her hand to my chest.

I grinned. “That’s what I was thinking. I’ll bring him up to Lynn. See what he has to say.”

She yawned loudly.

“What did you do all day?” I asked as I rounded my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

She leaned into me and let her head rest on my shoulder.

“Studied. A lot,” she grumbled. “Right there on the beach under my umbrella. I burned my toes.”

I looked at said toes, and sure enough, all ten were burned.

“Ouch,” I said. “That looks like it hurts.”

She groaned. “It hurts now. Just imagine what it’ll feel like tomorrow.”

The thought of her being hurt, even on her cute little toes, hurt to think about.

“Tomorrow I’ll rub some aloe on it.” I paused. “If we can find some. I drove by the Dollar Store on the way home so I could grab a drink, and five out of the seven people in line had it in their carts.”

She laughed. “I can see why.”

“Want to walk on the beach with me?” I asked as I stood up, holding out my hand.

She placed her hand in mine, and together we walked hand in hand down the length of the beach until we reached the jetty, then back.

We passed other couples, too.

Some with families of their own. Some with dogs. Others with their grandkids even.

And as I passed each and every one, I made a mental note to have that kind of life with Wyett.

Hopefully soon.

This year it was just the two of us.

Next year, who knew what it would bring?

• • •

Wyett was asleep on the couch, her face pressed against my thigh, and her arms were thrown around my waist.

She looked extremely uncomfortable, but I left her alone because I liked having her there.

We were out on the back deck.

It was way past midnight, the waves were crashing ferociously from a summer storm that rolled in just after we’d arrived back at the rental, and I had my computer perched on the arm of the couch as I was turned to it awkwardly.

The awkwardness was because I didn’t want to put it in my lap and have the fan blowing on her face, nor did I want the brightness of the screen to bother her sleep.

Shortly after dinner Lynn had sent over some information on a couple of items he needed me to look into, and I’d gotten immersed in the complexity of it while Wyett had read