Pelican Bay Security のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Katy shakes her head. "You are marrying Ridge Jefferson. The Ridge Jefferson. Everyone expects an invitation. The whole town wants to witness the event.""You think so?" Tabitha asks hesitantly.Katy nods. "Do you know he once dated and dumped a girl because he said she was obsessed with her nails?""What does that mean?" I ask.Katy and Tabitha both shake their heads. They have no idea. "Believe me when I say it's not even the most ridiculous reason Ridge broke up with someone in the past. Our friend Tabitha here is the only one who's ever been able to keep him. And now she's marrying him. The whole town wants pictures.""We'll put an announcement in the paper."Katy smiles a little wickedly. "Girl, this shit will make the front page of the paper."Tabitha's face falls into a mixture of shock and horror. "Can they do that?""If you live in Pelican Bay, they can."The living room having been placed into boxes, Nate walks out from the hallway and stops where we've gath

I put my hands up, because that's what you do when someone is pointing a gun at you, and slide my butt off the seat. "Okay, okay.""You don't want to be late for your meeting."I shuffle toward the front of the warehouse, grateful they haven't walked me into the woods. You know your life has gone to shit when you're grateful to be going into a falling down building and not taking a shot to the back. "Late for my meeting?""The boss," the tallest guy of the three says. "Make sure and be respectful."I hold my eye roll. I'm sure the seedy underbelly of Pelican Bay needs respect.The door to the warehouse is shoved open but once I walk through, it's propped close again. The empty building has a thick layer of dust covering the ground and also floating in the air. I cough, twice, my allergies already annoyed as fuck I'm here. They aren't the only parts."Take a seat," the driver says, pointing to a lone chair sitting in the middle of the warehouse.That's weird, but what's we

NateA few weeks laterSunlight shines through the thin curtains Josie picked out to go in our master bedroom. They're a light color she calls rose and I call pink. I'm not sure what happened to my fucking manhood that I'm allowing pink curtains in my bedroom, but I plan to run with it for the time being.Although something has to be done about keeping the light out. Hell, I'd buy pink blackout curtains if they would make her happy. We could get some blinds up in here. Anything to stop the weekend morning sun from waking me up.Josie twitches in her sleep and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her back to my chest. She sinks into my arms and relaxes, falling back to sleep.This is what I work so hard for. I stick my face in the back of her hair, breathing deeply with the smell of strawberries tickling my senses. It's wonderful. I've never been so happy and I know the people around me are happy for me.The rest of my life will be spent with Josie and Emma. Every day I'll work

StellaI leave my car parked in the driveway, since my brother's truck takes up all the extra space in his garage, and admire the hard work I finished on his yard. Earlier in the week I mowed, and even though I missed a few spots, it looks great. It's only been four days, but it rained in Pelican Bay and from the looks of it the grass needs another clipping. My brother must be using fertilizer or something because none of the other neighbors mow half as often as I do. It wouldn't surprise me since in high school he'd been an avid member of the FFA and considered going to an agricultural College in Michigan, but at the last minute joined the military and served his country.More than likely he spent his nights lying in the grass talking sweetly to it, trying for a better green color. I wouldn't put anything past Dalton. His mower was a push model since yards in Pelican Bay weren't large. You'd think it would make it easier to mow, but it didn't. I crouch and run my hand over the gra

"I mean, don't trouble yourself. I appreciate the lawn."Better.At least I used actual words and not a jumble of sounds and moans like earlier.He doesn't take me seriously and as he puts his shirt back over his head, covering his magnificent body. I am left to pout about the loss of his six-pack as I pull the turkey from the pressure cooker. My brother's house doesn't have much in the way of decorations, but he likes food and that works out well for me because it's a family trait. There are more cooking devices in my brother's kitchen than I know what to do with on any particular day, but I still plan to use every one of them. My phone has YouTube so I can figure it out.With the tongs, which came with the pressure cooker, I pull the turkey free and place it on a plain white platter. "It's a little small for carving, but feel free to whack off a leg," I say placing the platter on the table next to the steaming bag of broccoli.He laughs. "I'm more of a breast man myself."