Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He nods and leaves me standing in the kitchen alone, leaning against the counter, and drinking another bottle of water. Summers in New Mexico are no joke, and I regret running out in the heat of the day.
A few minutes later I see Kid walk by with a few shopping bags in his hands followed by a laughing Emmalyn. Maybe leaving him here isn’t such a good idea after all.
Rose comes into the kitchen as I’m thinking of ways to take Em on our mission, which is completely illogical, but my desire not to let her leave my sight has me thinking many crazy things the last couple of days.
“How did shopping go?” I throw both of my empty water bottles in the trash and go back to leaning against the counter. “Didn’t look like she had much.”
“I almost had her convinced to buy everything, but she backed out.” She smiles at my frown. “She’s nothing like one of these club whores. She’s not thrilled about the idea of owing you.”
“She doesn’t owe me shit.”
“I know that.” She nods toward the hall to the bedrooms. “You can’t convince her of that, though. She has every intention of paying you back.” She holds her hand up to silence me before I can even respond. “She’s a keeper, Diego.”
Her use of my first name tells me how serious she is.
“I know that,” I admit and walk out of the room.
I narrow my eyes at Kid as he comes out of Emmalyn’s room with a huge grin on his face; it fades the second he sees me coming toward her. I block his path in the narrow hall. “Did I make the wrong choice?”
He knows exactly what I’m referring to. “No, Kincaid. I’ll protect her with my life.”
“And?”
“And my dick stays in my pants.” I step aside and let him continue down the hall. I smile when I hear a relieved whoosh of air leave his lips.
Emmalyn’s door is open, so I stick my head around the corner and lean on the door frame. She’s pulling tags off a few clothing items and folding them.
“I’d hoped you would get more.”
She must’ve heard me walk up because she doesn’t startle when I speak. Worst yet, she doesn’t raise her eyes to me.
I stand in the doorway, refusing to leave until she acknowledges me.
“Rose said there is a laundry room. I’ll make this work.” Finally, her beautiful eyes rise to mine and my heart beat increases. “I’ll pay you back. I have the receipts.” She points to a small stack of printed register tape.
“I don’t expect you to pay me back.” She turns to put the clothes on the dresser. Her sudden indifference bothers me.
“I’ll pay you back,” she says with finality.
“How long do you plan to stay pissed at me?” I walk into the room but take a seat on the chair I spent too many hours alone in last night.
“Mad?” she says with the cutest look on her face.
It says I’m pissed, but I won’t give you the satisfaction of admitting it.
“I’m not mad.” She shrugs her shoulders and carries the last of the clothes to the dresser. A pair of panties falls from the bottom of the pile. She was obviously trying to hide them from me. I notice two things at once, the tiny triangles of pink lace and her fabulous ass as she bends over to scoop them up off the floor.
I grunt my approval to both and she turns back to me and narrows her eyes.
“Don’t,” she says. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Don’t come in here and try to be all sexy. Not with that shit in the kitchen this morning.”
She’s prodding, and I know she wants an explanation from me. Either she wants the backstory on Bunny or reassurance that there’s nothing going on. It makes me mad for some reason, and when I see her reach down and start to absently twirl that fucking wedding ring around her finger I become damn near enraged.
I stand from the chair and walk toward the door. “You don’t get to be pissed about shit in my past, Em. Just like I don’t get to be mad about shit in your past. What I should be mad about is you thinking about me when you came on a finger that have another man’s ring on it.”
I hear her gasp toward my back as I walk out of the room.
Chapter 13
Emmalyn
I’m pretty sure I stand in the same spot, with my mouth hanging open for years.
Not only did he point out what I already knew about him being awake this morning and watching me, but he also didn’t tell me anything about the girl from this morning. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. He doesn’t owe me anything, and as far as I’m concerned I owe him for the clothes and the hotel room from the other night, and that’s it.