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)
“Then I’ll drive you.”
Her mouth went dry. There was no way she wanted to get into a car with her boss. No way in hell.
Suddenly, Shawn’s phone rang and he drew it out of his pocket, swearing. “I need to take this. I’ll talk to you Monday.”
Sagging with relief, she quickly packed her laptop and handbag and high-tailed it out of there.
When she stepped outside, Loki was standing beside his bright-red truck. It was sexy and solid.
Like him.
“Hey!” she said, juggling her things.
He rolled his eyes at her, walking over to grab her laptop bag and briefcase.
“Thanks.”
“How many times have I told you to get me to come inside and help you, Tink?” he scolded as he put everything in the backseat. “And what’s with the laptop? It’s Friday night.”
“I still have some things to do,” she said as he opened the door for her. He lifted her up into her seat the way he always did. Of course, she’d probably have to take a running leap to get in herself.
Because this truck was high, not because she was short.
“That asshole is working you too hard. He still in there? I’m gonna go have a word with him.”
Loki turned and she threw herself on his back, ignoring the pain in her chest. The bruises had nearly faded, but slamming into a solidly built man was never going to feel good.
“No, Loki! Let’s go home.”
“Tink, let me go.”
“Nuh-uh.” She clung to his back like a monkey.
“You think this is gonna stop me? I’ll just walk in there like this with you on my back.”
“He’s already gone home for the night.”
He paused halfway to the building. “Are you lying to me, Tink?”
She sighed. They didn’t lie to each other. Maybe she occasionally kept things from him, but they didn’t lie to each other.
“I’m pretty sure he has. He got a call and left. Please, Loki. I want to go home. I’m tired. All I want is to watch TV and eat junk food.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But this keeps up and I’m going to step in.”
She buried her face against his back. She wished it was that simple. “I don’t want to lose my job.”
“You think he’ll fire you if I tell him to pull his head out of his ass?”
Isa snorted. “Yeah, kind of.”
“What a dick.” He walked back to the truck, setting her down in the front passenger seat. Drawing the seatbelt over her, he buckled it in.
Isa pretended to grumble over his overprotectiveness. But they both knew she was full of shit.
She loved it.
Then she caught sight of something truly beautiful.
Sitting in the cupholder was a takeaway cup. With a familiar pink logo. Loki climbed into the driver’s seat.
“You brought me a Princess Hot Chocolate?” she asked with reverence.
These were amazing. The best hot chocolates ever. And they came from this pop-up cart that moved everywhere around Montana. She’d only had one when the cart came to Stepford. But she followed the cart’s progress and sightings on social media.
“Yep, I saw it was coming to Morrisville, so I stopped there on the way here.”
“You’re my hero.”
He grinned over at her. “I know. I’ve been your hero since you were five years old.”
He sure had. And she would never forget that.
“Now, let’s buy some junk food, then eat ourselves into a sugar coma.”
“Sounds like bliss.”
Why did supermarkets put all the good stuff up high?
It was a conspiracy! It should be illegal. Discrimination against the height-challenged.
“Can I help?” A hand touched her shoulder and she let out a cry, jumping into the air.
“Whoa, baby. It’s just me. Remy.”
Turning, she stared up at him, her heart racing. She rubbed her chest, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling.
“Oh my God. You scared me to death.”
Yeah, and you overreacted.
She was still wound up from what had happened with her boss earlier.
Shit.
The room spun for a moment.
Urgh. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Isa? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump like that.”
He eyed her for a long moment. “You were frowning at that bag of cookies like it had gravely offended you.”
“It’s so high! They should make things on supermarket shelves accessible to everyone. Not just those that are elevation-endowed.”
“Elevation-endowed?” he asked, his lips twitching. “As opposed to height-restricted?”
“Hey!” She dug her finger into his chest. “No short jokes. Or I’ll beat your butt.”
“I believe that’s my job, Princess.”
“Huh, you wish.”
Wow, lame comeback, Isa.
He crossed his arms over his chest, grinning down at her. “Ask me nicely and I’ll get you the cookies.”
“Maybe I don’t want to ask you nicely.”
“Then, no cookies for you.”
She gasped dramatically, falling against the shelves behind her. “No cookies? That’s. So. Mean. I think I have rights here.”
“The right to eat cookies?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Exactly!”
“Not sure that’s a thing. But since you’re so cute, I’ll let you have the cookies.”