Driving Reign by TG Wolff

Author:TG Wolff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

Hours later, a throng of women were huddled around a single chair. “Throng’s not a real word,” Czerski said. “Thong is, throng is not.”

“Gaggle,” Smitty said. “That’s what you call geese and see the way their heads are bopping up and down? Just like them.”

“It’s not a horde,” Cruz said, “because they aren’t mad. It isn’t a swarm because they aren’t buzzing.”

“Giggling,” Smitty interrupted, “sounds a lot like gaggle to me.”

True enough. The gaggle of women was huddled around a single chair occupied by Yablonski’s Mack-sized ass. He was soaking up the “poor babies” and “let me kiss it and make it betters.”

While the attention he was getting might have been a joke, the reason behind the injuries was very serious. His friend’s edge had been harder when he’d walked through the door, toughened by a very bad day at the office. If a little TLC balanced it out, Cruz himself would have held his hand. Fortunately, there were enough female Yablonski fans in the house that his bluff didn’t get called.

“Okay ladies, my man needs breathing room.” Erin shooed away the groupies fussing over her man. She shouldn’t have been imposing, but she was a nurse who routinely had to take people and situations in hand. A two-ton weight was more easily moved aside than the woman studying her fiancé. “I don’t like the way that cut looks, Matt. Maybe we should go home.”

“Feels just fine,” the big man said, kissing her fingers and, yes, getting around her.

Aurora drifted further down the table, returning to the chair Cruz saved for her. “I hate seeing him hurt. And only two weeks before the wedding. I hope the colors fade or the pictures will be ruined.”

“They’ll fade,” Cruz said. “Besides, it’s all about angle. The photographer can make him look like The Rock if she has the notion to. A black eye and swollen cheeks are beginner stuff.”

She cocked her head, her gaze on Yablonski’s unusually colorful face. “You think?”

Looking at Czerski and Smitty, he mouthed No idea. To her he said, “Absolutely. You’re an artist. You know what can be done with a little smoke and mirrors.”

When his dart partners snickered, she cut her gaze to their too-innocent faces. “Maybe…”

Erin leaned into the table, speaking around the men to Aurora. “I don’t know when I’m going to get these table toppers done. We have a big family brunch and I have to work.”

“I thought we were going to do them tonight,” Aurora said. “Nothing says party like margaritas and hot glue guns.”

“That was before.” Erin didn’t turn away from her fiancé, continuously touching him, checking the bruising.

Yablonski caught her hand, holding it this time. “I’m fine. Really. Aurora, there’s three boxes of the stuff in the car. I’ll go get it.” He began to rise.

Erin bounced up. “We can get it. You just sit and rest.”

Aurora signaled the waitress. “Can we get a pitcher of margaritas at the back table? Ladies, we have tables to top.” The last of the gentle pats and soft kisses were given as the women receded to a corner.

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