No Cap (Carter Brothers #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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I did none of those things, and instead rolled down to the first video from me coming home last night.

“Where is this?” he asked as he looked down at my door, noticing there wasn’t a Ring doorbell in sight.

“Inside,” I said. “If I’d left it out here, it would’ve been stolen. So I leave it inside in a secret place so I can just spy on my apartment. And if there’s movement in there, other than me, it picks it up. That, and I can talk to Zilla during the day.”

His eyes seemed to soften at that, and I took a long step away from him, telling myself I wouldn’t fall for the soft act.

“What would you do if someone actually showed up on your camera?” he asked. “And why get that? You could’ve easily just gotten a run of the mill camera and set it up inside.”

I shoved my phone into my bag and shouldered it before heading down the length of the long hallway—I was the last one on the end on the very top floor—before telling him, “Keda bought it for me for my birthday, and I couldn’t return it.”

With that, I started going down the long flights of stairs, and eventually out of the building to my car.

I found my car right where I’d left it, with a few new dings on it.

How that happened when you park next to nobody and get back out to the car the next morning with no one around you, I didn’t know. But I knew I hadn’t seen the dent by the front headlight before.

Movement out of the corner of my eye had me glancing up to see my nemesis getting into a bright, shiny blue truck. Envy tore through me.

I wanted a new car. But new cars weren’t conducive with my driving style, my income, or the area in which I lived.

Getting in the car a little more depressed than I’d walked up to it, I started it up and began the trip to work after letting it warm up, not once glancing in my rearview mirror to see if the detective had followed me.

As always, even this early in the stupid morning, there were a shit ton of people out.

I had to drive like a maniac to get to work on time, but when I got there, like always, there wasn’t an empty parking spot in sight.

I circled the block all of four times before I realized I was going to have go farther out.

Except, the sight of a shiny blue truck that happened to have a near front row parking spot at the hospital’s entrance caught my attention.

I gritted my teeth and was about to turn left away from that stupid truck, when my phone beeped.

Annoyed enough to reach for it, I saw I had a new text message from a blocked number.

Blocked:

Get up here. I saved you a spot.

I blinked, then looked up.

I could just barely see him in the driver’s seat.

Frowning, I was contemplating turning left anyway just to spite him, but he flashed his lights at me.

And then I glanced at the clock and saw that it was about two minutes before my shift was supposed to start.

Gritting my teeth and swallowing down my pride, I headed toward that stupid truck, and its asshole owner.

When I got close, he pulled out of the spot, and I whipped into it.

When I got out with my bag, it was to see the window rolled down on that pretty truck with the owner’s face half hanging out of it.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“You’re not even curious why I was asking you where you were at three a.m.?” he asked.

Of course, I was curious.

But I wasn’t going to continue to entertain him.

“I am, but I’m late for work,” I informed him. “Thanks again.”

He watched me go, and I felt him until the wall blocked his gaze of me.

I hurried toward the elevator and got to the third floor with only seconds to spare before my shift started.

Which was, of course, par for the course with me.

I was habitually late. I couldn’t help it. I had time blindness.

My boss hated me for it.

And speaking of boss….

“Hello, Marla.” I grinned.

I was grinning because I knew it pissed her off that I was here not only on time, but that she’d caught me on time.

Usually, she asked the other X-ray techs if I was here on time, and they always replied with ‘I don’t know.’

We didn’t have a clock-in system. The hospital had a new tech program that scanned our badges as we walked in the door, so they knew when we arrived and left.

Marla had no way of checking to make sure that I was on time anymore because that was something upper management dealt with.

i.e. not her.

“Get to work,” she snapped. “You’re the only one on shift today.”


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