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)
Wordlessly, I stomp back to the chip aisle.
Thankfully, Liam has fled, so I don’t have to face him.
I return to the register quickly and throw the second bag of chips on the counter. “I forgot something,” I murmur to the cashier, but he doesn’t care. Then, to Killian, I complain, “You almost made me overpay for chips.”
Killian smiles, shaking his head as he draws his credit card out of his wallet. “Actually, I almost made me overpay for chips.”
“Have you ever had vegetarian chili?”
If he’s thrown by my sudden segue, he doesn’t show it. “Can’t say that I have.”
“Do you want to try it? I could make us a small batch tomorrow and we could have Frito pies for dinner.”
“What’s a Frito pie?”
“What… is a Frito pie?” I reiterate dramatically. “Only the best use of Fritos of all time. It’s a bed of corn chips with chili on top, then you sprinkle on some cheddar cheese and add a dollop of sour cream. Then you eat it with the chips like a dip.” I nod confidently. “Yep, I’ll stop at the grocery store after class tomorrow. That’s definitely what we’re having for dinner.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He sounds too smug, so I look over at him with unconcealed suspicion as he takes the bags from the cashier. “What?”
“Nothing. Just don’t see you cooking dinner for your physics buddy, that’s all.”
Sighing, I give Killian a warning glare, but he just smirks, takes my hand with his empty one, and leads me out of the gas station.
Chapter Sixteen
Brynn
Killian takes his shower while I snuggle Toast a bit before bed.
I set her bed up in the living room instead of in Killian’s room. She’s used to sleeping with me, but Killian doesn’t seem like a cat person, so I’m not sure about putting her in his bedroom.
“It’s just for a few nights,” I tell her. “We’ll be home before you know it.”
She doesn’t understand me anyway, but I feel a twinge of guilt because I don’t know if that’s true. I don’t know how long we’ll be staying here, or how long it will feasibly be until it’s safe to go home.
I don’t even know what Killian’s plan is—or if he has one. There were so many guys involved last night, it’s hard to imagine dealing with all of them quickly. I don’t even know what dealing with them entails.
My mind drifts back to last night’s talk of body counts and Killian’s quip that he’s not a virgin if that’s what I mean, but it’s hard to actually imagine the implications. I’ve seen him fight off guys last night so I know he’s capable of violence, but to take it beyond that…
My mind can’t get there.
Maybe it just doesn’t want to.
But even if the darkest possibility were true and Killian has taken a life before, there’s a major difference between taking one life and taking out a solid percentage of a fraternity. Even if he would do that morally, there’s no way he could get away with it. There’s no way for that not to be noticeable.
I suppose he’ll probably have to talk to the guys, or “send a message” in some way to let them know not to mess with me again.
I don’t know, maybe I’ve watched too many movies. I don’t know how secret societies operate.
I think I should have done this my way and gone to the police. Then there would be a record of what happened, and the guys would know what they’re risking if they don’t leave me alone.
Though I suppose if Killian is right and they have enough connections, maybe they wouldn’t care about that.
I’m tired of tangling with the elite. They shouldn’t have different rules just because they have more money.
Movement behind me pulls me out of my thoughts. Since I’m mildly paranoid right now, I turn quickly to investigate the sound.
Killian is standing in the open doorway to his bedroom. A gray towel is draped low on his hips and his chest is bare. He’s leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, and I’m distracted enough by the sight of him that Toast gets offended and climbs off my lap.
“Hi,” I say.
Killian smirks. “Hi,” he returns, a touch mockingly. “You ready for bed?”
I nod, reaching over to give Toast one final pet before I get off the couch and join Killian in his room.
I’m nervous in a different way about tonight. Last night when I went to bed with him, it was after an orgasm, so I was feeling pretty good. It also wasn’t planned so far in advance. It wasn’t supposed to be the first night of many. He was a literal stranger, and now only a day later, I’m practically living with the guy.
Killian turns off the living room light and closes the door. I’m surprised since he didn’t close it last night, but he probably doesn’t want Toast to wander in during the night.