Hot Mess (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance Book 5) by Olivia Rigal Page B
Authors: Olivia Rigal
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intruder. It's Bunny. With one hand, she's carrying a large bag of groceries and with the other, holding a bottle of my favorite whiskey as a peace offering.
I wave her in. She's a godsend. Yeah, I was about to run out of stuff to drink.
"I thought you would want some company," she says entering in the room and locking the door behind her.
She smiles, but I can see in her eyes that she's saddened by my sorry state. She drops her bag on my table and searches for a clean glass on my shelf.
"This is too good to drink straight from the bottle," she says pouring a glass and coming to the other side of the bed. She hands me the glass and walks into my bathroom.
I hear her turn the shower on and when she returns, I down the contents of the glass in three gulps.
Bunny shakes her head sadly.
"That was a waste of good whiskey," she observes.
I belch and nod.
Oh, no!
Nodding was such a bad idea.
The pounding in my head just took another dimension. Maybe Bunny's right, a shower will do me good.
With her help, I stand and walk to the bathroom.
She undresses me like a baby. It's not anything she hasn't seen before.
She pulls the curtain behind me as soon as I stand under the hot stream of water. A minute later, she hands me another glass with what I assume is headache medication. I swallow the pills down. I hope it's serious stuff cause my headache is a monster.
Five minutes later, I'm back in a fresh bed, courtesy of my sweetest friend.
She forces a bowl of chicken broth onto me and I'm starting to feel almost human again.
Bunny settles herself next to me on the bed with her back resting on the headboard and her hands on her belly. The bulge is small but it's more visible than last month.
"So, you fell in love and had to send her away?" I close my eyes in acquiescence. I've learned my lesson, I know better than to nod.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asks.
"Not really," I say. Bunny has my trust, but there are things I can't tell her. Also I'm not absolutely certain I understood all that went down after Kristal turned herself in.
There was a riot in the jail and her father and his accomplice were part of the casualties. There's an upside to that. Now the contract on Kristal's head has lapsed.
Bunny rests her head on my shoulder.
"I'm taking advantage of the situation while she's away. I know in a few months, I won't be able to barge in on you like this anymore."
"You know you'll always be welcome in my home, Bunny."
She laughs. "I would check with Kristal first. I'm not sure she'll see it this way. I saw the way she was looking at me the day you arrested her and you guys were not an item yet."
I smile remembering that day.
Was it only a few weeks ago?
Bunny squeezes my arms and looks into my empty bowl. Taking on a strange accent, she says, "Young man, I see a lot of showers in your future."
"Oh, really? You can tell the future by looking at tea leaves and chicken broth cups?"
Bunny nods and tries to keep a straight face as she says, "Yes, very cold showers."
She can hardly hold back her giggles when she adds, "Too bad they don't allow conjugal visits in Florida prisons."
I laugh at her silly joke and get her message loud and clear.
Kristal and I are going to be all right.
What we need is patience ... and a lot of cold water.
* * *
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About the Author
B orn in Manhattan , Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France.
She lived and studied in both countries.
While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs.
She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio.
In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house.
Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a
I wave her in. She's a godsend. Yeah, I was about to run out of stuff to drink.
"I thought you would want some company," she says entering in the room and locking the door behind her.
She smiles, but I can see in her eyes that she's saddened by my sorry state. She drops her bag on my table and searches for a clean glass on my shelf.
"This is too good to drink straight from the bottle," she says pouring a glass and coming to the other side of the bed. She hands me the glass and walks into my bathroom.
I hear her turn the shower on and when she returns, I down the contents of the glass in three gulps.
Bunny shakes her head sadly.
"That was a waste of good whiskey," she observes.
I belch and nod.
Oh, no!
Nodding was such a bad idea.
The pounding in my head just took another dimension. Maybe Bunny's right, a shower will do me good.
With her help, I stand and walk to the bathroom.
She undresses me like a baby. It's not anything she hasn't seen before.
She pulls the curtain behind me as soon as I stand under the hot stream of water. A minute later, she hands me another glass with what I assume is headache medication. I swallow the pills down. I hope it's serious stuff cause my headache is a monster.
Five minutes later, I'm back in a fresh bed, courtesy of my sweetest friend.
She forces a bowl of chicken broth onto me and I'm starting to feel almost human again.
Bunny settles herself next to me on the bed with her back resting on the headboard and her hands on her belly. The bulge is small but it's more visible than last month.
"So, you fell in love and had to send her away?" I close my eyes in acquiescence. I've learned my lesson, I know better than to nod.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asks.
"Not really," I say. Bunny has my trust, but there are things I can't tell her. Also I'm not absolutely certain I understood all that went down after Kristal turned herself in.
There was a riot in the jail and her father and his accomplice were part of the casualties. There's an upside to that. Now the contract on Kristal's head has lapsed.
Bunny rests her head on my shoulder.
"I'm taking advantage of the situation while she's away. I know in a few months, I won't be able to barge in on you like this anymore."
"You know you'll always be welcome in my home, Bunny."
She laughs. "I would check with Kristal first. I'm not sure she'll see it this way. I saw the way she was looking at me the day you arrested her and you guys were not an item yet."
I smile remembering that day.
Was it only a few weeks ago?
Bunny squeezes my arms and looks into my empty bowl. Taking on a strange accent, she says, "Young man, I see a lot of showers in your future."
"Oh, really? You can tell the future by looking at tea leaves and chicken broth cups?"
Bunny nods and tries to keep a straight face as she says, "Yes, very cold showers."
She can hardly hold back her giggles when she adds, "Too bad they don't allow conjugal visits in Florida prisons."
I laugh at her silly joke and get her message loud and clear.
Kristal and I are going to be all right.
What we need is patience ... and a lot of cold water.
* * *
Special offer
If you enjoy the Iron Tornadoes MC
would you care for a free ride with
the Category 5 Knights MC?
if so click here -> www.irontornadoes.com
About the Author
B orn in Manhattan , Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France.
She lived and studied in both countries.
While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs.
She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio.
In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house.
Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a
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