still hadn't arrived at the store. He had no reason for the bad mood, only knew he was better off if everyone stayed away from him. Maybe he'd finally get some sleep.
The rain picked up. He walked toward his trailer.
"Hey. Have you had dinner yet?" Nick hitched his thumb toward his place. "Shayla's got tacos going and I bought a six pack."
"Yeah, I could eat." Emmett hated cooking, and he'd planned on throwing a can of chili in the microwave and calling it good. "Payday?"
"Hell, yeah." Nick lifted his chin and motioned toward the single-wide. "Shayla will be back any moment. She went to pick up Nova."
He followed Nick into the trailer. Suddenly, his night looked better.
Nick grabbed two cans of Rainier out of the fridge. Emmett sat on the couch, took the offered drink, and popped the tab with his hand.
He wiped his chin. "Damn. That's nice and cold."
"Right out of a mountain stream called Frigidaire." Nick held his can up and grinned.
After he had finished his drink, a car pulled up outside. Emmett set his can on the coffee table and looked at Nick. Once Shayla and Nova entered the house, he wouldn't have a chance to ask Nick privately about Nova going into the Sterling Building in town or why it bothered him to find her hanging around with a Moroad Motorcycle Club member.
"What was it your cousin did for a living?" he asked.
Nick stretched out in the chair. "Works for some art place. Once she moved out from living with us, she started moving all over the damn place. Shayla loved Nova's phone calls and hearing about the different states she stayed in. I never thought she'd come to Federal, though."
"Why do you say that?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't know. She's got money now and could go anyplace she wanted on vacation. Growing up, she always wanted to move away, buy a fancy house, and be on her own."
"Didn't she say she was working in her room at the inn?"
"Yeah, I think she did say that." Nick laughed. "I'm not sure Federal Inn has enough money to buy her art pieces."
The door opened. Shayla hurried to the stove and the raw meat sitting in the pan. Nova walked inside smiling, caught sight of Emmett, and halted.
He lifted his hand. "Hey."
She glanced at Nick before returning her gaze to him. "Hi."
The pan on the stove sizzled, and Shayla said, "Can someone grate the cheese?"
"I'll do it." Nova set her purse on the floor by the door.
Nick turned on the television, found a baseball game, and took off his boots. Emmett eyed the empty beer can and wondered if Nova drank. A few drinks and he could find out why she was at the Sterling Building. She had the body of a stripper.
Full breasts, flat stomach, and long, sexy legs. She moved with grace around the small kitchen, swaying with the movement of running the cheese over the grater.
Maybe she wanted to keep the fact that she was a Silver Girls dancer from her cousins. He'd gone once to watch the show when a couple of guys from the park took him out for his birthday last year. It was the only titty bar within fifty miles.
His chest tightened. If he were Nick, he wouldn't want her hanging out with a Moroad Motorcycle Club member. Bad news all around and if Nova were mixed up with the lot, he'd need to say something to Nick.
The trailer park needed no trouble from the bikers. It was hard enough to keep the park halfway clean and sober.
"I hope you picked up olives." said Nova.
Shayla pointed to the cabinet beside the sink. "There's a can in the sack of groceries. Lettuce and sour cream are in the fridge. The meat will be done in five minutes."
"Perfect." Nova moved to get the contents for the tacos.
Shayla looked into the living room. "Boys, wash up. Dinner is almost ready."
Emmett waited until Nick was done in the bathroom and followed the routine. He'd often come over and eat dinner with Shayla and Nick and looked forward to sharing a home-cooked meal.
He walked out of the bathroom and almost collided with Nova. Grabbing her upper arms, he kept her from
The rain picked up. He walked toward his trailer.
"Hey. Have you had dinner yet?" Nick hitched his thumb toward his place. "Shayla's got tacos going and I bought a six pack."
"Yeah, I could eat." Emmett hated cooking, and he'd planned on throwing a can of chili in the microwave and calling it good. "Payday?"
"Hell, yeah." Nick lifted his chin and motioned toward the single-wide. "Shayla will be back any moment. She went to pick up Nova."
He followed Nick into the trailer. Suddenly, his night looked better.
Nick grabbed two cans of Rainier out of the fridge. Emmett sat on the couch, took the offered drink, and popped the tab with his hand.
He wiped his chin. "Damn. That's nice and cold."
"Right out of a mountain stream called Frigidaire." Nick held his can up and grinned.
After he had finished his drink, a car pulled up outside. Emmett set his can on the coffee table and looked at Nick. Once Shayla and Nova entered the house, he wouldn't have a chance to ask Nick privately about Nova going into the Sterling Building in town or why it bothered him to find her hanging around with a Moroad Motorcycle Club member.
"What was it your cousin did for a living?" he asked.
Nick stretched out in the chair. "Works for some art place. Once she moved out from living with us, she started moving all over the damn place. Shayla loved Nova's phone calls and hearing about the different states she stayed in. I never thought she'd come to Federal, though."
"Why do you say that?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't know. She's got money now and could go anyplace she wanted on vacation. Growing up, she always wanted to move away, buy a fancy house, and be on her own."
"Didn't she say she was working in her room at the inn?"
"Yeah, I think she did say that." Nick laughed. "I'm not sure Federal Inn has enough money to buy her art pieces."
The door opened. Shayla hurried to the stove and the raw meat sitting in the pan. Nova walked inside smiling, caught sight of Emmett, and halted.
He lifted his hand. "Hey."
She glanced at Nick before returning her gaze to him. "Hi."
The pan on the stove sizzled, and Shayla said, "Can someone grate the cheese?"
"I'll do it." Nova set her purse on the floor by the door.
Nick turned on the television, found a baseball game, and took off his boots. Emmett eyed the empty beer can and wondered if Nova drank. A few drinks and he could find out why she was at the Sterling Building. She had the body of a stripper.
Full breasts, flat stomach, and long, sexy legs. She moved with grace around the small kitchen, swaying with the movement of running the cheese over the grater.
Maybe she wanted to keep the fact that she was a Silver Girls dancer from her cousins. He'd gone once to watch the show when a couple of guys from the park took him out for his birthday last year. It was the only titty bar within fifty miles.
His chest tightened. If he were Nick, he wouldn't want her hanging out with a Moroad Motorcycle Club member. Bad news all around and if Nova were mixed up with the lot, he'd need to say something to Nick.
The trailer park needed no trouble from the bikers. It was hard enough to keep the park halfway clean and sober.
"I hope you picked up olives." said Nova.
Shayla pointed to the cabinet beside the sink. "There's a can in the sack of groceries. Lettuce and sour cream are in the fridge. The meat will be done in five minutes."
"Perfect." Nova moved to get the contents for the tacos.
Shayla looked into the living room. "Boys, wash up. Dinner is almost ready."
Emmett waited until Nick was done in the bathroom and followed the routine. He'd often come over and eat dinner with Shayla and Nick and looked forward to sharing a home-cooked meal.
He walked out of the bathroom and almost collided with Nova. Grabbing her upper arms, he kept her from
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