Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Just as I turn the car off and reach for my costume in the passenger seat, I notice movement in the rearview mirror.
My eyes widen and my heart stops. There isn’t time to panic, though. The man saunters right around the car and stops by the driver’s side door.
I swallow, looking up at him, dread coursing through my entire body as his cool, blue-eyed gaze meets mine.
“Nice car,” he says, his voice dry enough that I can tell he knows it’s not mine.
But does he know that because he’s a friend of Killian’s who knows what his car looks like, or because he’s a Rho Kappa who saw me in it with Killian earlier?
“You must be the virgin sacrifice.”
Well, that’s just embarrassing.
Doesn’t clear up which brand of asshole he is, either.
I’m not sure why I’m so certain since I didn’t see all their faces, but I don’t believe he’s one of the guys in hoods I encountered at the frat house. There’s something about him—an ease, a cockiness. Something that seems to sort him into a category I’m assigning to Killian’s friends.
Not that I’ve met many of them, but I met Killian and his masked accomplice, and if this guy’s a third one… I’m confident in my swift judgment of the set of them.
Plus, there was something decidedly different about Kyle’s gang. They were the ones trying to pull off a murder plot, but they didn’t feel quite capable of it.
The guy standing on the other side of the door does. In fact, I have a hunch if he wanted me out of the car, I’d already be out of it, and that alone seems to settle my nerves.
“Are you…?” I hesitate, unsure what to say.
“A friend of the guy whose car you stole? Yes.”
My shoulders relax ever so slightly. He could be lying, but I believe him.
So I grab my costume and push open the door. He takes a step back to make room for me as I climb out, and my gaze drifts to what he’s wearing.
He’s dressed neatly in a pair of dark-colored slacks and a pale blue button-down with a nice leather belt and matching loafers. The top couple of buttons are undone and his shirt has a pocket with a pair of glasses hanging off it. I try to picture him in any glasses and can’t quite envision it, but especially these. They don’t look like they would suit him at all.
“Those don’t do much good on your shirt, you know.”
He cocks an eyebrow, then glances down at his pocket as if he’d forgotten all about them. “I don’t need glasses. They were part of my costume.”
“Oh yeah? Can I see?”
“No,” he says dryly.
I shoot him an annoyed look, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I thought maybe it would help me recognize your costume. Presently, you just look like a wealthy douche.”
He cracks a smile, his blue eyes twinkling with faint amusement. “You’re impertinent for a car thief who almost died tonight because she hasn’t had the good sense to spread her legs.”
That zaps some of the satisfaction I was just feeling, so I narrow my eyes at him. “It’s rude to taunt people over their trauma before a full twelve hours has passed, you know.”
“I’m a wealthy douche, remember? It’s time when I say it’s time.”
I roll my eyes at him and hand over Killian’s car key. “I assume you’ll see him before I do, so see that this gets back to Killian, hm?”
He shakes his head as if disappointed in me. “You’re doing this all wrong. You’re supposed to keep the car. Is this your first night as a felon?”
“It’s my first night as a lot of things,” I mutter before heading for the entrance to my building.
Strangely, I feel better knowing he’s there.
The guy’s a jerk, but at least if he’s one of Killian’s friends, I know he’s not here to murder me—and I know he’s probably here to make sure no one else does, either.
My nerves finally settle when I get inside the apartment and lock the door.
The place is dark and I’m relieved Stacie didn’t wait up for me. I grab a cold bottle of water out of the fridge and pad down the hall to my bedroom. The door is cracked open, and when I turn on the light, I see my kitty curled up at the foot of my bed.
Sighing happily, I climb onto the bed so I can cuddle up with her. “I’m so happy to see you.”
She shifts her body, stretching along mine so she can cuddle close.
I close my eyes and just give myself a moment to feel normal again.
I know there are things I need to do. I need to grab my iPad so I can find and lock my phone, I need to change out of Killian’s clothes, I need to plug the iPad in so I can use that alarm since I don’t have a phone tonight.