Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“How do you know where my brother’s office is?” I asked him almost as an afterthought as we pulled into a parking spot beside my brother’s bike.
Some emotion I couldn’t identify came and went across his face, but before I could call him on it, he yanked the handle of the door, using his shoulder to push it open quickly and bailed out before slamming the door shut.
My mouth had dropped open at his sudden departure, and almost as an afterthought, I followed him.
Well, following wasn’t a very good word for what I did.
I ran after him.
The second I was close enough, I launched myself at his back.
“Dean!” I yelled at him. “Tell me what you’re keeping from me.”
“Or what?” he challenged, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile on his face.
“Or I’ll break up with you,” I declared.
He opened the door to my brother’s office, and I was hit with a blast of cold air so chilly I shivered.
“Let go of my sister,” Wolf growled the moment we passed through the door.
I blinked, turning to survey my brother over Dean’s head.
“Shut up,” I wagged a pointed finger in my brother’s direction “We’re busy.”
Dean, tired of having me on his back, swung me off and set me gently on my feet.
The cut on my back gave me the first twinge of pain I’d felt all day, and I glared at Dean.
“Tell me,” I ordered harshly.
Well, as harshly as I could make it.
Which wasn’t nearly as harsh as I’d have liked it to be.
“He came over here a week ago to tell me his intentions,” Wolf said from in front of me. “And I let him know in no uncertain terms that if he hurt you, he’d die.”
I blinked in surprise, turning to face my brother fully.
“You’re…you…what?” I gasped. “What the fuck, Wolf! You can’t go around threatening people. It’s not right!”
Wolf’s eyes showed no remorse as he shrugged and pulled a cheese stick off his desk.
Peeling it open, he leaned against the desk and crossed his legs out in front of him.
“What’d you learn?” he demanded, changing the subject.
I sighed and walked towards him, waving at Griffin who was on the phone across the room.
He held up two fingers, giving me a little salute, causing a smile to appear on my face in response.
I took a seat at Wolf’s desk, but not before I stole a bite of his cheese stick.
“What are you wearing?” Wolf asked, looking at his cheese stick in disgust.
Wolf had a particular way to eat a cheese stick. First you had to peel off a small string of the cheese, from the top all the way down to the bottom. Then he followed it around counterclockwise until he hit the place where he started, then he went clockwise around the other way until he finished it.
Wolf was OCD. Literally.
He had to have everything a particular way.
When I was younger, it’d drive me absolutely bat shit crazy.
Now, being an adult and totally accustomed to his idiosyncrasies, it only drove me partially crazy.
I also made sure to drive him insane any time I got a chance.
Like now.
He handed the cheese stick off to me, and I happily turned it over and started to eat it from the opposite end of my bite, knowing that it would drive him nuts, too.
You couldn’t, of course, bite out of different areas of food you were eating. You started at one side and worked to the opposite side until it was finished.
Eating random bites out of your food was a no-no in Wolf’s crazy as hell world.
As well as mismatching socks.
“I’m dressed like a girl,” I told him, flushing slightly when I remembered the look Dean had given me as I’d walked out of his bathroom earlier in the day.
“Your dress is showing too much!” he grumped.
My mouth dropped open, food and all, and I stared at him, flabbergasted that he’d say such a thing about my perfectly respectable and acceptable sundress.
“This was your idea!” I informed him. “Not mine. If I’d had my choice, I wouldn’t have even gone to the damn thing!”
Wolf’s mouth twitched, and I threw what remained of my cheese stick at him, hitting him squarely in the chest.
“You’re such a shit,” he said, knocking off spare bits of cheese onto the floor.
I followed the path and laughed when I saw it all land on Wolf’s foot.
“You’re gross,” he said when he caught my laugh.
I shrugged and turned to Dean, liking the small smile I saw sitting there.
“What did you learn?” Wolf restated.
“Lots of stuff,” I said to him. “Did you know that Barrett wanted to have sex with me in high school, but Jensen had warned him off of me?”
Wolf winced.
“You did know!” I accused. “You’re so going to hell.”