Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
And she’d lost her fucking favorite SIG. Agnes. She and Agnes had been together for a long time, and now she was likely getting a rubdown from a rattlesnake. Some asshole would find it on the trail and she would have questions to answer because that sucker was registered.
“Are you still carrying?” She moved to the side of the steps as Riley came down, showing no sign that he was bothered by Josh’s weight. Big Tag kept his men in shape.
“Reach into my right boot. There’s a semi in there.” He stopped, allowing her to pull the small gun free.
“You keep a gun in your boot?” Josh was squirming, trying to look around. “There are no weapons allowed in The Reef.”
“I keep it in my Jeep. I actually do quite a bit of hiking. And it’s all legal. I can show you my license to carry,” Riley replied.
Shit, she might have blown his cover, too.
There was a beeping sound as Riley unlocked the Jeep and then tossed her the keys. “I’ll get him in the back. You start up the Jeep and get us out of here.”
“I have to get the motorcycle. Jared’s motorcycle,” Josh insisted.
“He can get it later.” She wasn’t going to split them up. Besides, Jared should understand there was a price when he lied to her.
She moved around the edge of the lot, ensuring the way was clear. She winced when she walked by Jared’s bike. It had been pushed over and she could see where someone had viciously slashed the tires. “They got to the bike. Let’s hope they left us a way out.”
Riley groaned. “Fuck. That’s going to cost me a pretty penny.”
The Jeep’s tires had been treated to the same amount of love.
How had she worked so fast? How many people had been out here, watching them, waiting for Josh to make a mistake?
Riley propped Josh against the Jeep. “I think it’s safe to say they don’t want to chance us following them.”
She pulled out her cell phone and pressed the button to dial Shane. When he answered, she got straight to the point. “We need a pickup at the Solstice Canyon parking lot, and bring Declan because we’ve got to move two vehicles, and someone’s got to go back up that trail to find Agnes. Also bring an ice pack. Our client had a night to remember.”
Before he could ask the obvious questions, she hung up, unable to debrief anyone right now.
She was too angry. Too confused. Too scared for him.
“Kay?”
She looked up at Josh. Riley had moved away, as though giving them plenty of room. “Yeah?”
He should thank her, but that wasn’t what she expected.
“Nice boots. Those new?”
Yeah, she had some explaining to do.
Chapter Eleven
“I told you they weren’t my boots.” Kayla enunciated every word because Josh didn’t seem capable of understanding English. She turned the Porsche onto PCH.
“You’re stripping the gears,” he complained. The only way she’d been able to keep him from driving was pointing out the fact that if his ankle didn’t heal quickly, his movie would be put on hold. “And I’m supposed to believe Riley Blade’s girlfriend just happens to be your size and she left her hiking boots in his car? That’s awfully convenient.”
Oh, she had such good fucking news for him on that front. “Not my size, buddy. They were too small. Do you want to check and see how bad the blisters on my feet are? The backs of my feet are completely trashed.”
It was clear Riley thought she had a ten-year-old’s feet. She hadn’t noticed how bad it was when the adrenaline had been pumping through her body. It was only later when she had to peel those suckers off that she realized how tight they’d been.
She glanced down at the clock. How could it only be one thirty? It felt like they’d been in that canyon for hours. Her phone went off. She didn’t even look down at it. Her dad had called earlier and anyone else who was calling this late could leave a damn message. It was probably Tucker, who always seemed to forget that there was a time difference.
Josh sulked in the seat beside her like a big, gorgeous, made-bad-decisions man boy. After wrapping his ankle, he was moving quite well. One of the members of The Reef happened to be a doctor. They had told the doc a complete bullshit lie about Josh falling in the parking lot. The doc had looked him over and found nothing was broken and Josh only had a mild strain of the muscle.
“When we get back to the house, you’ll pack your things,” he said, staring out at the road ahead.
Shane had dropped the two of them off at the club while Riley had stayed behind to help with the vehicles. She didn’t like to think about one of them having to go back on that trail after Agnes, but she couldn’t afford to have the cops show up asking why her SIG Sauer had been found in the canyon. There would be far too many questions.