Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
The lieutenant instinctively grabbed his beer off the table, out of her reach. “Baby, I didn’t say it was right! Doc, arrest him! It’s clearly wrong to get to third base with 22 year old virgins.”
Caleb took a pull of his beer and considered this. “Well, if I do that, then the Cowboy has to go to a Russian Gulag for his crimes.”
Abby’s face turned as red as her hair.
Hawk rubbed his face. “It got away from us. That’s all. Won’t happen again.”
Easy laughed. “Got away from you. Like an angry cobra. A cobra that spits-”
“Don’t. Even. Say it!” Sarah ordered. She turned to Hawk and pointed her finger at him. Despite her small size, he was thoroughly and completely chagrined. “From now on Tildy is-”
“Off-limits,” Hawk finished. “I know. It won’t happen again. Tildy stays a virgin,” he declared, giving his solemn oath.
Chapter 21
Tildy put the car in drive, but it took her a moment to let her foot off the brake. She still wasn’t quite sure what had happened with Hawk. It wasn’t anything like her dates with Tate. She’d never kissed someone because she really wanted to or let them into her panties. Truthfully, she’d been so lost in Hawk’s incredible kisses that she hadn’t even realized his hand had traveled up her dress.
Her cheeks burned. Hawk had discovered what she hadn’t given Tate. That had seemed confusing, because, where Tate was obsessed with having sex, Hawk hadn’t pushed for it. In fact, he’d seemed a little relieved when he’d put her in her car. He hadn’t even kissed her goodbye, but there had been no denying the erection she’d been sitting on just a few minutes before. Hawk had wanted her, but he’d still sent her home.
This was just as well, she figured. Even if she was willing to sleep with Hawk, the cab of a truck had not exactly been how she’d envisioned her first time. She wasn’t necessarily waiting until marriage, but she was definitely waiting- for something. She couldn’t really say what, but definitely something or someone. Hawk might be that someone, but she’d only just met him. Isabel’s sign or no, she didn’t really know that much about him.
Tildy pulled out of the lot, turning on the wipers to combat the rain, which had not let up since they’d first come outside. She put her blinker on and turned left out of the lot, headed for the stoplight at the end of the street. Headlights filled her car’s interior as another of the bar’s patrons followed her out. They were a little too close, but Tildy wasn’t comfortable increasing her speed in the downpour. Besides, she was going the speed limit. She stayed in the right lane, hoping the vehicle would pass her, but it pulled up behind her at the red light.
When it changed, she waited a bit, hoping the driver would get impatient and go around her. It partly worked. The driver did get impatient and a horn sounded loudly behind her, making her jump. She sighed and rolled through the intersection.
Despite the lack of traffic, the car refused to pass. For the next block, then a third, it followed closely. The red neon of a seedy motel to her left spilled across her car’s hood, and the vehicle behind her turned on its brights. Tildy shied away from the resulting glare in the rearview. Unable to see much of anything, she took her foot off the accelerator to let the car slow. Instead though, she was jolted from behind, as her bumper was tagged. Instinctively, she hit the brakes, but the car surged forward again, as she was rear-ended a second time. They weren’t traveling fast, so it was really more of a bump than a collision, but Tildy panicked anyway.
She swerved to the curb and threw her car into park. Despite the heavy rain, she threw open the door and jumped out. Her father had already had the appointment at the dealership, and, though Hawk’s work was deemed satisfactory, her father hadn’t been pleased at the inconvenience. He really wouldn’t be pleased about this.
She hurried through the rain to the rear bumper. The vehicle, which she could now vaguely recognize as a truck, had pulled over behind her. The lights were still on high, forcing Tildy to look away. She turned to the bumper. It was dented but not much. Still, her father would notice eventually. If she weren’t such a terrible liar, she would have considered trying to hide it, at least for a few days. She could claim the car had been hit in the parking lot, while she was at work.
Suddenly, the high beams disappeared, and the street plunged into blackness. The streetlamp several feet away was weak by comparison. The truck door opened, and the driver got out. Tildy brushed her rain-soaked hair out of her eyes.