Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3) by Savannah Rylan Read Free Book Online Page A

if you’d ever show up.” She was in tiny shorts, and a tank top that hugged her curves like a fucking glove. Who knew all those loose fitting dresses were hiding that body?
    My pants tightened as I scanned her up and down, starting from her huge fucking tits down to her small waist. She was thin, but not starve yourself thin. She had the body of an athlete, hard in all the right places, yet still soft like a woman.
    I ran a hand over my face, trying to get my focus off her body and all the things I wanted to do to it. “Sorry. I got caught up.”
    “Out saving lives?” she joked, though it could be true. The doctor would be thrown in jail, and every kid he would have ever thought about touching was safe from years of torment and thousands of dollars in therapy bills.
    “You could say that.”
    “Come in and get out of the rain. Let me get you a towel.” She stepped aside to welcome me into the place that was my home for so many years. The first place I was able to call my own. Moving in here was the moment I started taking charge of my own life, and stopped dwelling on all the shit that kept me down for so long.
    This place helped me become something other than an unwanted waste of space.
    Now, looking around, this did not look like that place any longer. There were actual curtains on the windows. Yellow curtains with white lacy shit. Oh, god, they were in the shape of flowers. The tobacco smell that Sienna used to bitch about when she was pregnant as being too pungent was completely gone, and all I could smell was the sweet vanilla scent of Allison.
    A big ass potted plant filled the corner. The couch had a blanket draped over it, like some shit you would see at a Grandma’s house. Like the blanket Stumpy’s aunt Martha and Aubree’s childhood chef, made when DC was born. This one, however, wasn’t blue and boring. It had every color of the fucking rainbow weaved together to make crazy patterns.
    My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out, swiping at the screen when I saw Miles’s name pop up. A picture of him fucking two chicks with him giving a thumbs up appeared, and the caption read: This could have been you.
    Allison walked into the room, and I shoved my phone back in my pocket, not regretting a single thing. I’d rather be here.
    “Everything okay?” she asked.
    “Yup. So that’s interesting,” I said, pointing to the kaleidoscope blanket when she handed me a towel. It was purple. I didn’t even know they made purple towels.
    “Thanks. I can make you one if you want?”
    “You made that?”
    “Yup. I made that, too.” She pointed to a coffee table made of distressed wood: two drawers and, beneath it, a place for baskets.
    “You’re shitting me.”
    “Nope. When I found out I was staying here, I went on a hunt for some materials.”
    This girl was just full of surprises. She looked so sweet and innocent, yet she built a fucking coffee table from scratch. I was amazing with my hands, and I didn’t even think I could do that. I got down on my knees and admired the craftsmanship.
    Underneath the table, were bins filled with yarn, lace and fabric. “Let me guess. You made the curtains, too?”
    “I did.”
    “Are you sure you need me to look at the sink?” I got back to my feet and stepped toward her until I could feel her heat radiating off of her. “Or, did you just use that as an excuse to get me over here?”
    She gasped at my closeness but quickly recovered. “I can make anything from scratch but, when it comes to actually fixing something, I’m clueless. So, as girly as it sounds, I really need you to look at the sink.”
    “I like girly, but why do you think that is? Why can you make a fucking coffee table from wood scraps, but you can’t fix something?”
    I didn’t really care. I just liked to hear her talk. I liked her insight on things, but, even more, I liked her voice. It made me smile.
    “I can look at something and get a vision of what it could be, then I make it.