Doin' a Dime by Vale, Lynn (learn to read activity book .txt) 📕

on like it is. It’s very plain and simple from what I understand. All money reverted to you at the age of twenty-five. All estates. Everything. You were very generous in what you gave her, so she should be thankful that you did. I can’t believe this has dragged on for four years now.” She shook her head. “I almost think you might want to look into the lawyer, Hunt. That way we can figure out why, exactly, it’s taken him so long.”

Hunt gave a short nod. “I’ll start on that search tonight. After I get everything done with Lynn.”

Lynn nodded his head, as if he agreed that what he’d asked Hunt to do was definitely more important than what I had going on.

And maybe it was.

I didn’t know what all Hunt was doing for Lynn, and it was honestly quite possible that I didn’t want to know.

I was going to remain blissfully ignorant for as long as I could.

In the meantime…

“Have you ever Googled ‘foal’s feet?’” Six asked Hunt.

Hunt frowned. “Can’t say that I have.”

“Do it.”

Hunt did what he asked, and I covered my eyes.

“Oh my God.” Hunt gagged. “What in the absolute fuck?”

“What is it?” Zach stood up and walked around the couch to look, gagging himself seconds later. “That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I didn’t want to know.

I didn’t want to know.

I didn’t want to know.

“Please make it go away.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I have to deal with plenty of gross stuff on a daily basis. I don’t want to add to it.”

“You’re such a pussy, Wyett,” Six said as she passed me the now-empty glass of Kool-Aid. “Y’all never said anything about my announcement earlier. I think we should go camping.”

CHAPTER 12

How can you tell if a rice cake is stale?

-Text from Wyett to Hunt

HUNT

I honestly didn’t think she was serious.

I’d thought, for sure, that she’d just been joking around.

She hadn’t been.

And now, a week later, we were all camping at the lake, in primitive cabins that didn’t have any air, and I was already sweating my balls off—reminding me of a place I’d rather not ever remember again—and I didn’t have any internet signal.

So not only was it reminiscent of a time in prison due to the heat, it was also reminding me how little choice I’d had while I was in there. And how much I’d missed having my computer and a wi-fi signal at my fingertips.

The one and only bright light that seemed to brighten the dreary atmosphere was Wyett.

Over the last week, we’d gone from being hesitant roommates to something a whole lot more.

And that ‘whole lot more’ came in the form of sex.

Lots and lots of hot, sweaty, do you up against the wall because I can’t wait for you to get to a bed, sex.

Honestly, it was the greatest thing that I’d ever experienced in my life, and I was beginning to think that what I had with Wyett was much more than I could’ve ever imagined.

The one and only negative was the day that I found out that she was on the birth control shot. Something that she needed to get in a week and a half because, and I quote, she was not having a baby before she had the chance to finish school.

Which, of course, I couldn’t blame her for wanting.

It just sucked because I knew that was the one sure-fire way that I was going to get her to stay no matter what.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to ride? You’re in a motorcycle club,” Six said as she looked at the truck we’d rolled up in.

“I mean,” I said, “I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle. That takes a skill set that I don’t possess yet.”

She frowned. “Isn’t that just something men instinctively know how to do?”

I shrugged. “I never even learned how to ride a bike.”

Her mouth fell open.

“You don’t know how to ride a bicycle?”

I grinned at her. “I was much more interested in hacking into the FBI than I was in physical exercise. I only realized that I needed to be in shape when I got turned down for sex by a girl in high school. It was then I started to work out and take care of myself. But still, there were never any bikes involved.”

Six shook her head in disbelief.

“You can’t be part of a club and not ride a motorcycle.” Six looked at Wyett. “Fix this.”

Wyett, who was lying full out on the bench seat of my truck, her head resting on my hard thigh, reading a paperback book, snorted. “If he doesn’t want to learn to ride, why should I force him?”

I loved her. I seriously loved her.

Speaking of love.

“I bought you a Rice Krispies treat from the gas station. I forgot. It’s in that bag in the back with the drinks.” I hadn’t quite expected her to jump up and out of the truck so fast, otherwise I might’ve tried a little harder to slow to a complete stop first.

By the time I did come to a stop, she was already climbing into the very back of the truck for the treat.

“You know the way to her heart,” Six teased.

At some point during our road trip, Six had gotten off the back of Lynn’s bike and somehow managed to get into my truck with us.

“Through her stomach?” I joked, putting the truck into park and getting out.

I was the only one there that’d driven my vehicle, which meant I’d somehow gotten stuck with everyone’s shit.

Which brought up the point…

“If I hadn’t brought my truck,” I pointed out, “then somebody would’ve had to bring theirs. Because there’s no way in hell all this shit would’ve fit on the back of y’all’s bikes. Especially when half of them have women on them.”

Six snorted. “Whatever. That still doesn’t negate the fact that you need to learn how to ride a motorcycle. It’s a rule.”

“A rule?” I asked. “Where is this rule? Is