Page 72 of Tattered Souls
Then Dom followed suit.
The two of them sat down on the bar stools at the island while I cooked dinner.
My phone pinged with a text.
When I didn’t make a move to grab it, Garrick did, but he did this with a lifted brow at me, “Passcode is 728025.”
“That’s random,” Dom said.
Garrick just tilted his head, and then I knew the moment he got it.
Because he smiled, then he chuckled, “Great minds think alike.”
Garrick entered my passcode as I stirred the noodles and simultaneously stirred the beef tips in the mushroom sauce.
Badass Chicks Text Thread
Lila – Fuck, but I have a problem.
Everly – What is it?
Harlee – This isn’t like you. What’s wrong?
Talia – Usually it’s me doing this. What happened?
As Garrick read the text messages aloud, I said, “Text back and ask what’s wrong, please.”
He nodded, then typed my reply.
Dom chuckled, “I’ve always wondered what y’all say in these things.
Me – What’s wrong?
Lila – So, I’ve been taking Madalyn shopping a few times, and Cole to his games a few times, and ladies, I dropped them off, and Bronson answered the door in nothing but a towel.
Everly – Holy Hot Damn.
Harlee – If I didn’t have Carter, I’d be saying that too.
Talia – Oh man. Did you take a picture?
Garrick looked at me. “What do you want me to say?”
I bit my lip. While Bronson was good-looking, he wasn’t my type. The man who had my phone was.
Garrick continued staring at me as my phone pinged in his hand again.
“Well, I mean, sure, he’s good-looking but I don’t know what to say to that. The only man I want to see in a towel is you.”
Garrick’s eyes, heated.
Then he looked at Dom, “Keep an eye on the food?”
Then without a reply, Garrick typed out a message.
Me – Go fuck his brains out.
Then turned my phone on silent, laid it down, stood up, and stalked around the island, taking the spoon out of my hand, placing it on the ladle on the stove top.
