Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The moment I caught a whiff of that smell, memory upon memory came rushing back. It had been like a tidal wave of emotion washing over me, and I’d had to excuse myself from Josh’s side—a man who wouldn’t be happy that I was thinking about my dead husband who has been gone for six years—before I cried. And I did cry. In the line for the bathroom that was about sixty women deep.
I cried until a lovely woman—the woman who had been with the man who smelled like mine—came up and spoke with me. She’d been sweet and had me laughing about her kiddos, one who was seventeen and another who was just shy of six months, in a matter of moments.
The man had been standing there, waiting for his woman to come out, once we were done. He’d then handed me my phone that I hadn’t even realized I’d dropped.
The same scent wafted off of him just as it had earlier, and I was still sad.
Very, very sad. So sad, in fact, that if I could sleep forever, I would.
However, I had my baby girl to worry about, Tunnel’s baby girl.
I would never leave her, but sometimes… well, sometimes I just felt like it would be easier.
I could just go to sleep and never wake up again. Only then would I see my Tunnel again.
Chapter 11
If you can’t handle me at my worst, I don’t blame you. I’m a fucking hot mess.
-Ghost’s secret thoughts
Ghost
I thought I could do it, allow her to be the bait, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
And I was about to do something bad. Very, very, very bad.
This was either going to blow up in my face or it was going to work out.
It didn’t matter what happened beyond this point. I would protect them—with my life if needed. I’d sacrifice anything and everything that I had to in order to do it, too. There would be no uncertainties on my end.
None.
I made a phone call and told Silas what I wanted, and he promised he would make it happen.
Then I went across the street and spoke with Lynn.
“I can’t do this back and forth business anymore,” I told him. “I can’t sit here and watch her be unhappy. We’re going to have to find another way.”
He grinned. “I got a week out of you, though. That was four more days than Silas thought I’d get.”
I grunted in reply, then walked out without another word.
Chapter 12
Damn right I’m good in bed. I can stay there all day.
-Mina’s secret thoughts
Mina
“Silas, I can’t just up and leave again. I just got my job back…” I hesitated.
I really, really wanted to leave, though. I’d leave right this minute if I could. If I had won the lottery, and it allowed me to pack up and get the hell out of here, I’d do it in a freakin’ heartbeat.
“You’re being harassed by a man,” the phone went off on the counter again, and I ignored it. Silas didn’t however. He picked it up and placed it to his ear without even pausing to see if it was okay.
“Yeah?” he snapped.
My lips twitched.
I loved Silas. He’d taken such good care of Sienna and I. Even Tunnel when he’d been alive.
Now he was like a grandfather to my daughter, and I didn’t want to leave this place. But I also didn’t want to deal with Josh’s freaky self, either.
Ever since the ballgame, things had gone from bad to worse between Josh and me.
It’d gone from scary, to downright terrifying, and I was beyond relieved that Silas knew about it. Though, I expected that had a lot to do with the fact that his son and wife were on our porch the night that Josh had dropped me off.
When I’d refused to give Josh a kiss, Sebastian had not only seen it, but he’d also stepped in to stop it when I tried to pull away after Josh hadn’t taken no for an answer.
Josh had pulled out in a huff, and Sebastian had given me a long, meaningful look, which told me everything he thought about Josh but had left without giving me the lecture.
But then Silas had shown up the next day, demanding answers, and now he was telling me that I was moving all the way to Mooresville, Alabama where another chapter of the Dixie Wardens were located.
I’d heard of them, of course.
The president of that chapter had died because he’d been shot by a gang banger.
It’d been big news everywhere because he was a law enforcement officer, but in our small town—where the majority of people were either members of the Dixie Wardens MC, married to a club member or were family members of a club member, it’d been huge news.
The Dixie Wardens were a tight-knit group of bikers, and it didn’t matter that this man had been the president of another Dixie Wardens’ chapter. If you were wearing the Dixie Wardens patch, then you were family regardless of where you called home.