Dumb As A Rock Novels & Stories

“Sorry sir, but please can you come again?” “I don't understand what you are saying.” Damon scoffed as his face contorted into disgust, and he swirled the drink that was in his cup, it was whiskey. “Is playing dumb one of your callings too?” He asked, flicking his hair to the side as it fell just right above his eyes. “Because if that's what you are doing, I'd like to announce to you in advance that you might end up being sorry.”

Paisley asks, furrowing her brow. “That’s just an expression that means, where he went wrong or the mistake that took him down the wrong path.” I explain. “And in Daddy’s case that’s thinking that we’re better off without him.” “Mommy, that’s not an error, I think the word you’re looking for is just stupid.” Parker points out, quite astutely. “I love Daddy, but he’s being a big dumb-dumb.” I purse my lips to hold back my laughter. My pups know better than to call other people stupid, and in fairness, I’ve never heard them lob the word at other children. Still, I can’t argue with Parker’s assessment. Ethan is definitely being a dumb-dumb.

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

Not a greeting, not even acknowledgment — just that sharp, appraising stare that made me feel like a criminal in my own skin. “I was thinking,” she said, voice casual, too casual, “that men who are unemployed for years develop certain… habits.” I froze. My chest tightened. My hands, hidden in my pockets, clenched. “Habits?” I asked cautiously, trying not to sound defensive. Cynthia tilted her head slightly. “Yes. Little things. Small distractions. Ways to amuse themselves when they have too much time and too little work.” She smiled faintly, but it was not a smile. It was a knife disguised as silk.