Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1014(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 676(@300wpm)
I cup her head and kiss her, a deep stroke of the tongue, before I murmur again, “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
She nods, but the mood between us is decidedly grim. The truth is that we’re headed down a dark and winding path filled with quicksand. The kind that might suffocate us both. I don’t know where that leads the two of us. I just know that I can’t walk away, not from my brother who can no longer fight for himself and not from her.”
We step into the room and I shut the patio door. “Let’s decide what we want to order food and order now,” I suggest trying to lighten the mood, getting us back to us.
“If you’re into pizza, I have a favorite place. Mellow Mushroom.”
“I love Mellow Mushroom,” I say, and I notice these small things we have in common, that I might not with someone else. “I miss it.”
We debate our favorite toppings and it’s not the kind of fluff conversation that fills in dark spots of conversations with people you don’t really care about. We settle on our order and when she smiles at me, she lights me up. She lights the whole damn room up. We share a look of warmth, an understanding between us that is about far more than pizza. Beyond reason, family, and perhaps even murder, the words neither of us has dared speak, we get each other. And at this point, we’re in too deep to walk away.
We wait until we’re arriving at Emma’s building to push the pay button on our pizza order with a plan to settle inside and be ready to eat without chaos. Entering her apartment building, we step into the lobby, and find a guard behind the security desk who wasn’t there earlier. “I just realized no one ever called me about the security issue,” Emma says as we pass the station.
“We’ll deal with them tomorrow,” I say, sliding my arm around hers. “Who’s the guy behind the desk now?”
“I don’t even know him,” she says. “Which is odd. I haven’t seen a new face here in a very long time.”
I don’t like how that sounds, and I’m not leaving her here alone any time soon. The timing of York and his re-entrance into Emma’s life hits me wrong, but I’m also reminded of the comment she made to him about not sharing some secret. That’s a comment I want to understand before I decide how to handle this.
We step into the elevator and I fold Emma close, under my arm, but neither of us speak. Maybe she knows there are cameras, maybe she doesn’t, but I sure as fuck feel like we’re being watched and I don’t like it. Once we’re on her floor, I have a new concern. If York got into her apartment, could someone get in there to bug the place? We’re talking about murder here, even if Emma hasn’t admitted that to herself.
Halfway to her door, I pull her around to face me. “We need to go back to my hotel.”
“Wait. What? I don’t understand.”
“If York could get into your place, then anyone could. I’m here. I’m with you. There are people who might see that as trouble. And the new guard doesn’t sit right.”
She swallows hard. “What is this, Jax? What don’t I know? What is all of this about?”
“I’d tell you if I knew but I don’t. A hotel is secure. More secure than your apartment right now. Pack to stay with me and then come with me to Maine.”
“I don’t know about Maine. Aren’t we just baiting trouble?”
“Yes, we are. But maybe that’s what we need to do to get real answers. On our terms, with hired undercover security, and a plan. We’ll stay at the hotel until we have that all in place.”
“Okay, so, if we go with that as a plan, and I guess, yes, that seems as good an option as any, then I’m going to focus on the most important thing in my life right this minute.”
I steel myself for pressure over her brother. “And that would be what, Emma?”
“The pizza. What about the pizza?”
I laugh at this unexpected reply that proves that as delicate a flower as she can seem at moments, she isn’t one at all. She rolls with the punches as I’d expect of a Knight. She is a Knight, I remind myself, but I shove aside where that thought might lead me. Hunter and I were both Norths, but we were nothing alike, which is a reality I should have remembered going into this. And Emma is nothing like her father.
“You have to pack,” I say, “but we’ll get fresh pizza delivered to the hotel.”
“At this point, I’m so hungry, we’d better order an extra pizza.”
I don’t laugh. Food is serious business that hasn’t been property attended to today. “I do believe you’re right.” I lace the fingers of one of my hands with hers and lead her to her door. Once we’re there, I press my cheek to hers and whisper, “Assume we’re being recorded. Stick to topics like how hot you think I am until we get out of here.”