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

glared at not only one, but at the both of
them.
    “That’s bullshit, Debra! And you know it,” the foolish
man said.
    Liddy’s first thought was ‘ you stupid, stupid moron! ’
She could’ve told him allowing his temper to rise, just to get his way, would
get them into far more trouble than already in.Could not normally smart
men read warning thoughts sent their way, especially when those thoughts were silently
screamed at the top of one’s lungs through a heated glare?
    She was telling him to shut the hell up. Mentally, of
course. Verbally would have gained her another sneer, and she’d more than enough
of those to last her a lifetime from this man.
    “No, Jake. You’ve got it all wrong. Bullshit is what’s
coming to town the early part of next week.” Debra was reminding her
half-brother of the rodeo about to hit Preacher’s Bend. Four hundred men
looking for a good ole` time could have their small jail filled to capacity
within a fortnight, and have one very lonely woman hating the male species, all
the more.
    “Bullshit is what comes out of an animal that has no
mammary glands, and very little useful brains inside its head.”
    Okay! Now there
was the real Debra Wesley they all knew and love. Calling bulls brain-dead and
not much else was funny. But Debra added more—a lot more. And both she and Jake
had to wait it out until the deputy done with her tirade.
    “Bullshit is what gets stuck to the bottom of my boots
whenever I’m around you. But my checking out a domestic disturbance in a public
parking lot, with gun drawn, is not bullshit. It is official police
business. And you know I take police business very seriously.”
    He flared his nostrils, and to Liddy’s utter surprise
slowly let his half-sister win this war. After all, Debra was right. They’d been
arguing inside Rachel’s. And technically, were still married to each other. So, technically, what they’d been having all along was a domestic
disturbance—of sorts.
    “So? Are the two of you useless deviants coming with
me over to the police station, peacefully, or do I have to take the both of you
over there in handcuffs? Believe you me, I will. It would give me the greatest
pleasure in life to slap handcuffs on the either one of you at this point.”
    Liddy was biting her lower lip, so much so, she was now
drawing blood; tasted the sticky sweetness on her tongue as she licked her lips
for the umpteenth-thousandth time in less than a half hour.
    This was not going to be good for either of them.
Steam was now coming out of Jake’s eyes. Most of this steam was aimed directly at
Liddy. Very little of it was headed toward Debra.
    “Oh, and because the two of you have somehow decided,
for all intents and purposes, to hash out your old business and your
dirty laundry right out in the open, in broad daylight . . . I am putting the
both of you in the same holding cell just to cool off.”
    “What the hell for?” became Liddy’s first slipped out,
slightly foolish comment; of which she regrettably spoke aloud.
    Her second thought was inwardly kept to save her soul
from continued damnation.
    She knew she would not be able to breathe while locked
in a tiny holding cell with Jake Giotti. And Jake looked as though he actually
wanted to kill her: for being here, for being her. Hell! Just for being alive, she
supposed. She might not have live out the rest of her day to see what Theodora
Rosebud was intending on calling herself come Monday morning, if locked inside
a concrete and steel room with a man she wanted to get rid of.
    “What the hell for?” Debra wasn’t one to mince words.
“What the hell for? How about we start with for disturbing the peace and for
making my day longer than is necessary? We could certainly add more to it, if that’s
not enough for you, Liddy. Let’s see. . . . How about for coming back to Preacher’s
Bend? For being . . . you . It’s your choice. I am quite certain I can
think of a few more if you give me a bit more