Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Big girls can cry.”
She sucked in a breath. “Be careful what you wish for.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are your tears supposed to scare me?”
“Don’t tears scare most men?”
That was definitely amusement in his face. “Not me.”
She wasn’t sure if that was meant to sound threatening or not . . . like he intended to make her cry at some stage.
Yeah, she was just imagining things.
She did that.
“My dad didn’t like when I cried. He’d make me go to my room if I got upset.” She winced. “And I don’t know why I told you that.” She rubbed at her forehead.
“You sure you didn’t hit your head?” He studied her closely.
“I didn’t. It really did hurt before I got in the car.”
“Are those your work clothes?” he asked. That was a weird change of subject.
“Um, yeah.”
“I’ve never seen you wear stuff like that.”
“You don’t like it?” She grimaced. Why did she ask that? Like she cared what he thought.
“Not really.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t look like you.”
It wasn’t. But with how her boss kept leering at her, she’d decided that standing out might not be a good thing.
Fading into the background was now her aim.
“First-Aid kit?” he asked.
“Oh, um. I can get it.”
He sighed and shot her a look.
“Or you could, I guess. It’s in the bathroom cabinet. Third drawer down. The bathroom is—”
“I’ll find it,” he told her, standing. “Stay there.”
She wasn’t sure where he thought she’d be going. She closed her eyes, but her heart started racing once more. All she could see were those headlights coming toward her.
Isa needed a glass of water. And she should offer him something. Where were her manners?
Standing, the world spun. She put her hand over her stomach as it lurched sickeningly.
“You’ve got problems following orders.” It was a statement rather than a question, as though it was something he already knew but still had to point out.
“I do not.”
“I told you to stay,” he said.
“I thought I should ask you if you wanted a drink.”
“If I want a drink, I’ll get it,” he replied. “What I want is for you to sit still so I can check you over.”
“I’m fine.”
“Problems following orders,” he repeated.
She huffed out a breath but sat. “I’m not a soldier, so I’m pretty sure that I don’t have to follow orders.”
“You do when I give them.”
Was he for real?
“Are you punking me?” she asked.
He just raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you’re not the punking type,” she muttered. “Have you always been this arrogant?”
“Yep.”
Okay. She guessed he was just born this way.
“Sit down. You want a drink?” he asked.
“Yes, please. There’s a can of Dr Pepper in the fridge.”
“You can have water.”
“It’s a wonder no one has ever tried to cure you,” she muttered.
“Pardon?”
“Of your affliction.”
“What affliction?” He returned with a glass of water.
“Your arrogance.”
5
Remy just shook his head and searched through the First Aid kit for some painkillers, which he gave her.
She swallowed them with a grimace.
“Gonna check for a concussion.” He shone the flashlight on his phone into her right eye, then her left.
Damn it. That made the throbbing in her head worse. And she felt kind of ill.
“Pupils look all right. Any blurred or double vision?”
“No.” Thank goodness. The last thing she wanted was to see two of him.
Liar.
“I’m just a bit shaken and sore. I promise.”
He nodded. “Where are you sore?”
“Oh, where I slammed against the seatbelt, so across my chest. And my neck, I guess.”
“Hot shower, food, and bed.”
“I’ll take the shower and bed. I don’t want the food.” She felt queasy.
She figured he’d argue, but he just nodded. Standing, he bent down and lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Carrying you.” He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the counter.
“Um, you don’t have to carry me everywhere. I really can walk.”
“Why walk when I can carry you?”
“So you’re just going to start carrying me everywhere, then?” she teased.
Well, she tried to make her tone sound teasing. But even she could hear the longing in it.
Which was dumb.
Since she was good at walking. She liked to walk. She had mad walking skills.
You also like being carried by this man. You like being in his arms, feeling his strength.
Because ,boy, Remy was built. Like a bull. Strong and wide. It felt like nothing could get her when she was in his arms.
She’d only ever felt like this with Loki.
So it also felt a bit wrong. Like a betrayal.
Only . . . Loki didn’t want her like that. He was her best friend.
Remy turned on the shower, then spun back to where he’d set her on the counter, eyeing her. “Don’t want you freaking out on me, but I also don’t want you falling in the shower.”
Huh?
The painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet, so she was having some trouble following what he was saying.