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)
Something filled Remy’s face. Anger?
Before he could question him further though, someone walked out the back and headed toward them. Remy nodded his head toward the end of the corridor and Loki followed him until they were standing just outside the storeroom.
“If you want somewhere private, we can go to Noah’s office,” Loki told him.
“Don’t imagine he’d want us in there,” Remy said.
“Noah will let me go anywhere I want.” Since he was basically a part-owner of Wishing Well. He tried not to announce that to just anyone, though. Noah was a proud guy who wouldn’t want anyone to know that he’d fallen on hard times a year ago.
It wasn’t like Loki had just done it out of the goodness of his heart. If Loki hadn’t helped him out, Noah would have had to close the bar. And then there wouldn’t have been any more quiz nights.
Or even worse, he’d have borrowed money off that fucker, Reuben Jones. That bastard already owned enough businesses in town.
That was part of the reason Loki helped out so many people. And because he liked the people of Wishingbone. He wanted to use his money to help people.
“This will do.”
“Good,” Loki said in a short voice. “Now, tell me why you’re so worried about Isa and her accident. I get it was scary for her, but it wasn’t a big accident.”
Although she was terrified to getting back into her car which didn’t sit right with him.
Maybe he should have thought more about why she was so scared.
“Fuck,” Remy swore. “I thought she was going to tell you all of it. Has she gotten her car back yet? Has she been driving that route herself?”
“She got her car back Tuesday evening.” Loki wasn’t sure whether to tell him this next bit. But, so far, Remy had been surprisingly open with him.
It seemed like his girl was the one keeping secrets. Which didn’t sit well at all with him.
He thought they told each other everything.
“But yesterday, when she tried to get into her car, she had a panic attack so I’ll be driving her.”
He didn’t tell the other man that he’d called in sick for her. Remy seemed the type of person who liked to follow the rules.
Loki? Not so much.
“She had a panic attack?” Remy asked, looking concerned. “That’s not good. But I also don’t think she should drive that route for the first few times alone, anyway. So I’m glad you’ve been taking her. She keeps telling me that she’s fine. Is she having nightmares?”
“Not that I know of.” He frowned. Would she tell him, though? “Her boss is working her too hard.” Most nights, it had been late by the time she’d called him to get her. She’d been apologetic and he’d finally told her to shut it or he would gag her.
The look on her face had made him crack up.
But also, he thought he’d seen a hint of heat. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking since he’d been pretty turned-on at the idea of gagging her.
Tying her up. Stripping her naked. Fucking her.
Urgh.
“I don’t think she’s sleeping that well, though. She’s not the best sleeper anyway. She wakes up easily.” She’d never been a good sleeper. Not since she was a kid . . . but he thought she’d gotten worse lately.
And he was worried that it might be his fault because he kept waking her with his nightmares.
“Tell me what’s going on,” Loki demanded. “Why are you asking me if she’s having nightmares?”
Remy ran his hand down his face, looking tired. “I want to tell you, but it’s not my place. You need to ask her to explain everything that happened that night, though. I mean, I’m certain it was just a one-off thing . . . it isn’t something she should keep to herself. Especially if she’s having panic attacks and is still unable to drive. She might need to talk to someone.”
What the fuck?
Talk to someone? What had actually happened?
Anger filled Loki, but he tried to tamp it down. Losing his cool right now was not going to help anyone.
“So you think whatever she didn’t tell me is making her panic over the idea of driving? And maybe giving her nightmares?”
“Yeah, and there’s something else,” Remy said grimly. “The brat made me think she was going to come clean. Which is part of the reason why I didn’t tell you. However, I’m realizing I should have pressed her again to make sure she did that.”
Spinning around, Loki strode down the corridor with one thought on his mind.
“Hey? Hey, where are you going?” Remy called out.
“You. Come.” Holding up his hand, he snapped his fingers at Remy. However, he was focused on his task.
Find Isa. Demand she tell him everything.
Then fix whatever the fuck was wrong.
A hand landed on his arm and Loki’s heart started pounding. He spun around, but he didn’t see Remy standing behind him.