Roundabout Road (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend Book 2) by Jevenna Willow Read Free Book Online Page A

will be out on your sweet, tight ass. Or, as we
still like to say in Preacher’s Bend . . . you’ll be the virgin left inside the
church, while holding the bottle to her sinfully naughty lips. And damn, if you
don’t have a pair of very sinful lips.”
    His eyes darted to her jeans.
    Liddy’s gasp audible, her spine stiffened while trying
very hard to hold herself ramrod straight, and her emotions in check. She swiftly
informed him, “You’re a horrible, wretched man. Do you know this, Jake Giotti?
I should’ve known you would turn out like this. Turn out to be such a bloody
damn idiot!”
    He smiled at her rather narrow-minded description to
his character. “No, Liddy, I would say I am an incredibly smart man.”
    “You’re not smart, Jake. Not at all. You never were
smart. You’ll never be smart. A smart man would’ve realized I could’ve
made this easy on him,” she warned, swiping at stubborn stinging tears with the
back of her hand.
    “Easy?” he suddenly choked out.
    Liddy watched Jake’s spine stiffen as well, his temper
rising to a certain degree. “Hell, Woman! You should have tried doing easy for me a good ten years ago! I wouldn’t have spent two goddamn years inside a
jail cell, rotting in my own piss, if you’d done your job at making life easy for me.”
    “My job?”
    “Yeah, babe. It’s what a devoted wife is supposed to
do.”
    “Devoted wife?” she choked on.
    “Okay, I’ll back off on that one. How about a woman
who cares about someone other than herself?”
    “Ohhhh . . .I’m not the one who drove a forty-five
thousand dollar, custom-built motorcycle, while intoxicated, through the front
window of the police station! Now am I?”
    “No. You just drove me to drink,” he threw back,
knowing he’d screwed up his own life. Not her.
    She had nothing to do with his stupidity levels.
    Liddy couldn’t gather anymore words together, so she openly
glared at him, huffed out her anger, stormed over to her table, made a mad grab
for the expensive briefcase and matching large leather purse off the vinyl seat;
as Jake sat in his booth, watching her every move.
    With any hope, he was doing so with trepidation
because there were certain times in a man’s life he shouldn’t try angering his
wife. And this was one of those times.
    She already paid Rachel for her untouched meal. There
was no use in her sticking around only to be deeply insulted by a man she hadn’t
seen in years. And Jake could certainly pay for the half-drank cup of coffee and
strange breakfast, or not. Liddy really didn’t care. She had to go back to
Miami with her tail between her legs, file for a quickie divorce from the
wretched man, then wait.
    Divorces weren’t quickie things. Nor, were they easy
to get these days; more often than not, there’d be the required counseling and
the usual dragging of feet.
    Damnit. She was so screwed. It would probably take at
least a good six months or more to secure a reasonably partial judge to get
theirs finalized. Mack Wells wasn’t likely to wait around until a divorce came
through the chain of command. Good heavens! Not by a long shot. Mack liked
things done to his precise calculations and with very precise timing: trials,
acquittals. Fuck! Wedding plans.
    Even . . .Well, the man did have a ticking clock on
when sex would happen.
    This would kill Mack. First, he was a bit more likely
to kill her for doing this to him. Then he’d probably let it kill him, slowly,
so the agony of watching him die would be far worse than it should be.
    Mack loved to be a bit theatric about life.
    He had six-hundred people invited to a wedding that
could not take place. Not until one very stubborn Jake Giotti gave her what she’d
come back to Preacher’s Bend for. And, by the look of things, this wasn’t about
to happen—today, or any day within the next fifty years.
    Storming out of the restaurant and directly into the
wretched heat of a mid-summer morning, Liddy stopped dead in her tracks.