Close Your Eyes (Gods of Saint Pierce #3) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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She bats her long lashes at me. “Someone like me?”

I pale, hoping I haven’t offended her. “I just mean, you don’t seem like someone who’d be into fishing.”

“Well, I am. My father used to take me all the time when I was growing up. Ever since I was old enough to hold a fishing pole, my father had me out on his boat, catching fish. I loved being on the water. The sun casting golden rays across the murky waters. My father would find a secluded area and we’d sit with baited hooks, waiting and watching until the line tugged.” She stares off and I study her, wanting more than anything to get closer to her. “I remember one time the line tugged, and, with a flick of my wrist, I set the hook and began reeling in the fish. My father cheered me on. I felt like my father was only proud of me when I was catching a fish.”

“I’m sure your father’s proud of you now. You’re getting married,” I remind her, and myself, because I appear to need the reminder that she’s engaged.

“Yes, he’s happy I’m marrying Bane. He adores Bane.”

I want to growl at her and tell her how could any father be happy that their daughter is marrying a man like Bane, but it’s my turn to walk the room, glancing at my phone. I text Adele

How are things?

Quiet.

It ticks me off that the club is running just fine without me.

I should be out there. I should be doing the job I’m supposed to be doing.

“Is everything okay?” Posey asks me.

I spin around, facing her. In five angry strides, I could be standing right in front of her.

I could lower my zipper and show her how hard she’s making me.

Maybe she’d suck on—

“You look furious.” She crosses her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to push together, showcasing her cleavage.

“I’m fine.” I groan and scrub a hand down my face. “I should be running the club, not in here playing babysitter.”

The light in her eyes disappears, and I want to take back everything I just said to bring back the shine.

“I never asked for you to babysit me.”

I step closer. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take my frustration out on you.”

She scowls at me. “Don’t talk to me anymore. You stay on that side. I’ll stay right here.”

“Fine.” I move to the opposite side of the room and lean back against the wall. I’m pissed that my body is having this physical reaction to her.

I barely know her, yet I want to ravage her. She reminds me of a tiny bunny sitting there, all unsuspecting of the predator standing here with its sights set right on her.

Fuck.

I push off the wall, and as soon as I make it halfway across the room, there’s a knock at the door. My eyes flash to Posey’s wide ones.

“I’ll get it. Stay behind me.” I’m sure whoever’s behind the door isn’t trying to hurt Posey, but you can never take too many chances. “I’m sure it’s just Lazarus.”

Just like I suspected, Lazarus is standing on the other side of the door when I open it.

He glances at Posey like she’s property, and she flits her eyes to me before following Lazarus out the door.

I lean my head out and say, “You’re welcome.” I leave the area, following Lazarus and Posey down the corridor, and I watch as they leave the club.

“Where have you been?” Devereaux asks, coming to stand in front of me.

I give him a handshake, shocked he’s here, which turns into a quick bro hug. “Wow, you’re at the club.” I don’t know why I’m so surprised. It is his club, and before he met Chloe, he was here every day.

“I thought I’d drop by to keep you all on your toes.”

“You wanted to have five minutes away from the baby. Don’t lie.”

He shakes his head with a smile, like he’s just been busted. “I don’t know how Chloe does it. She’s like a superstar mother. She’s never tired. Never bothered. She doesn’t seem to mind when he cries all night long.”

“But you do.” I raise a brow. I don’t even phrase it like a question. It’s a fact.

He scrubs a hand down his face, his brown eyes meeting mine. “I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m constantly checking on him to make sure he’s still breathing. I swear I’ve never been happier, but I just needed a breather.”

I slap a hand on his shoulder. “That’s understandable.”

“What were you doing in one of the rooms?”

I roll my eyes. “Babysitting.”

Dev laughs. “Babysitting who?”

“Bane’s fiancée. The girl who was attacked last month.”

“Why do they keep bringing her here? I talked to Dean Maddox about everything that happened that night.”

“What does he think?”

Dev shakes his head. “He’s not sure. He thinks it’s an inside job. By one of Bane’s men.”


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