Sniper: Book Six (Princes of Prophecy) by L. Ann Marie

Author:L. Ann Marie [Marie, L. Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: L. Ann Marie
Published: 2016-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

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Taylor

I call Pres while she’s changing. “Taylor is everything okay?”

Shit. “Yeah Pres. I want to get married and hoped that you could do that for us.”

He laughs. “That is so much better than what I thought this call was. Hold on and I’ll get you some dates. I’ll donate the money if I get the date first. I should get it anyway since I’m marrying you.”

I laugh. “Does that ever work?”

“No.” He sounds disgusted.

“If you build the pot, I’ll give it to you first. The money can go to the PTSD fund at the Women’s Center. I need a couple of dates so she can get the time from the hospital.”

“Sounds good. What does she want big?” Now he’s happy.

“Karaoke. Buffet style dinner, but karaoke.” I’m holding my laugh as he groans.

“Fuck. Okay. I’ll text you the dates I have open and will only tell the Brothers you asked for dates.”

“Perfect. I’m going to play with Uncle Danny to get the pot higher.” He laughs and hangs up. He’ll build the pot just to win more than Uncle Danny.

“Why are you playing with Uncle Danny?”

“The bet.” I turn around. “Oh my fuckin’ God. It’s better than I imagined.”

She tilts her head. “Bet?”

“That is the sexiest fuckin’ thing I have ever seen.” I walk toward her and she steps back putting her hands up.

“Stop! Bet?”

I’m scanning her body looking at how her ink is pointing to all my favorite spots. Fuck. “They bet on the wedding date and give the money to a charity or something like that. I picked the PTSD fund. We can’t go out until I fuck you in this bathing suit, or right out of it, I don’t know yet.” I take a step and her hands stop me.

She’s shaking her head. “We’ll miss low tide. We have to go now.”

“I’ll buy you quahogs.” I put my hand on her side. “This bathing suit is so fuckin’ sexy. My map is perfect.”

She spins away. “I’m quahogging. You can come with me or take a damn picture and jerk off here while I go, but I am going.”

What the fuck? “You’re serious? You are not going out there without me in that fuckin’ suit.”

She grabs her bag. “Then you better be following me and my suit that covers everything that needs to be covered.”

She’s out the door. “Fuckin’ women!” I jog to catch up to her. “You’re covered, but my map points to all the precious treasures that are mine.”

She laughs. “They’ll be yours in the water and maybe I’ll let you find them after I get my quahogs. If I don’t get my quahogs, you don’t get the treasures.”

I stop and watch her ass with ink moving as she walks. Shit, it goes through her legs and frames the suit with little curls hiding under it. She’s determined to get fuckin’ quahogs and I think that’s fuckin’ sexy too. “It’s the fuckin’ suit. My head is fucked.” I follow mumbling and get the pitchfork and net bag with the buoy from the shed.

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