Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I knew she would.
“Apple!” Kitt cried once I’d mounted my bike. “Wait!”
I opened my eyes and stared at her with a bored sort of attachment.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Could we…is it okay…can we have a,” she cleared her throat. “I’d like to talk to you, if you have the time.”
My lips thinned. “I don’t.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You don’t even know what I have to say,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
The move tightened the white shirt she was wearing, and my eyes immediately zoned in on her belly, reminding me just why I needed to stay away from her.
For her sake…and the kid’s sake.
They didn’t need anything like what I had to offer in life.
Destruction was about all I had to give, and I didn’t want to destroy someone like Kitt.
She’d suffered enough; she didn’t deserve to suffer more.
“I know I was called away from work to a stupid errand that was ridiculous,” I said. “And I know I would most likely still be at work if Lenore hadn’t called and said there was something she needed help with concerning you.”
“You came because you thought something was wrong with me?” She asked with a small smile covering her face.
I grinned at her and started the bike up with a throaty growl.
“Yeah,” I said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a different area I’m working today and I’m trying to cover that one and mine.”
She frowned, and was just about to say something, but I revved the bike up and drowned out whatever she said.
I left with her staring longingly after me, her heart in her eyes.
The feelings she dragged out of me, though, I easily squashed back down with the look she gave me the night she heard I killed my best friend.
No, there wasn’t going to be any her and me.
That I could promise her.
***
“Where’s your sister at?” I asked Ridley over the phone one week later. “She’s late for her appointment.”
Ridley cursed. “Hold on. There’s someone trying to drink and drive.”
While I was waiting for him to get back to me, I sat down on the seat of my bike and glared at the front entrance of the hospital.
Kitt’s hospital visits were once a week at an OB/GYN’s office in Marshall and once every two weeks at a specialist in Dallas.
I went to every single one, and this week she was late.
Normally, she made them at the same time every day. This week, she was either late, or she wouldn’t be having an appointment. Both of which I highly doubted.
“What is with that look on your face?” Kitt broke in, startling me.
I jumped up, completely ignoring the fact that Ridley sounded like he was getting his ass kicked over the other end of the line and turned to stare at her.
“You’re late,” I accused.
She shook her head.
“I’m not,” she disagreed. “I made it later so I knew you’d be able to get here in time.”
I blinked.
She smiled.
“I was here in time for your normal appointment,” I told her.
“I know,” she shrugged. “But this way I get to talk to you before the appointment. And I can try to convince you that you’ll like going.”
“How do you know I’ll like going?” I countered.
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re driving me nuts,” she insisted. “Come on.”
She didn’t have to pull my arm very hard.
I went, willingly.
I wanted to. I wanted to know how my child was doing.
And it actually scared the absolute crap out of me to know that, one day, I’d have a kid running around out there in the cruel world we were a part of.
She held my hand as she hurried towards the door.
Then stopped and turned back to the car we’d passed on the way inside.
It was a cop.
I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“I’ve got to tell him that you’ll drive me home,” she said, turning to go back to the man in the car.
Mr. Officer rolled down his window, listened to what she had to say, rolled his eyes to me, and then said something back to Kitt.
Kitt shook her head as she said something to him.
The man looked back over to me and seemed to come to a decision before he nodded once, rolled the window up in Kitt’s face, and started the car.
“What’s one of your brother’s deputies doing driving you here?” I asked her once she reached my side again.
Kitt took my hand, and the man who started to drive away stopped and glared at me.
I glared back, and clearly sent the message that Kitt was mine.
She may not be mine in the actual sense, but the woman was carrying my baby. It wouldn’t matter if he had her, either. If I wanted to fuck her life up and claim her, she’d be mine. She wouldn’t be able to resist.