Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
She had said it, but most women said shit and either didn’t mean what they said, or the meaning went far deeper than their words. Of fucking course, men were just supposed to figure that shit out on their own. Like a mind reader.
And if they didn’t, they got nothing but hell for it.
It was one reason why he had no intentions to have any woman wear his cut. They were too damn confusing.
Sometimes even annoying.
Someone needed to write an instruction manual. Though, if he had to be honest, he doubted men would read it.
While he should be happy about not having to kick her out of his bed for lingering too long, it also bugged him for a reason he didn’t want to dig into.
The sex with Maddie was fucking great. But he’d had plenty of great sex before and never cared if the woman left immediately after. Actually, if a woman didn’t leave on her own, he would encourage her departure. Even assist with it.
Bottom line, when he was done, they were done.
Once they were out of sight, they were out of mind. At least until they landed in his bed again.
But not all of them got that privilege, especially if the sex sucked.
Or they never shut the fuck up.
Or they were catching feelings.
Or made demands.
But none of that applied to the woman who snuck out last night. Maybe that was why it bugged him so damn much.
It also bugged the shit out of him that she was keeping the issues she was having at work so damn close to her chest. He even asked her again after her third orgasm what the problem was.
And again, she refused to say.
Maybe he needed to find out for himself.
That was what good allies did for each other, right? Sure it was.
Since Magnum was so damn dead-set about not fucking up their strong alliance with the Fury, he couldn’t possibly have a problem with Romeo helping them out.
He should find out where she worked and go scope out the situation. Because whenever he asked Maddie for details, she blew it off.
While he figured Magnum knew where she worked, Romeo couldn’t ask him. Not without starting a shitstorm. But he did have someone he could call. Someone with the expert skills to locate anyone anywhere.
Someone on a team capable of hacking into databases—even the government’s—and not get caught.
Hunter would have no problem finding out Maddie’s place of employment and her home address. He would also keep his mouth shut about Romeo’s request.
He would only owe one of Diesel’s Shadows a favor in exchange. Whatever that ended up being might be worth it.
“Maddie, your new patient is here,” she heard called out.
Her new patient? She should’ve looked at her schedule closer.
She weaved through the equipment on her way to the front of the building where the receptionist greeted anyone walking through the door. Maribeth also checked them in for their appointment and made sure they filled out their forms completely and correctly.
The second Maddie saw her new “patient,” she almost tripped over her own feet.
What the hell? Since when was Romeo an athlete needing physical therapy? His sport of choice was sex. And maybe drunken fist fights. He certainly didn’t suffer from tennis elbow or a torn Achilles tendon from running track.
The only running the Knights president probably did was from the law. And he wasn’t using his legs for that, she was damn sure he would have his powerful sled between his thighs.
So, why the hell was Romeo here at Smith’s?
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Roger wasn’t lurking around. While she didn’t see him, that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching. He was a sneaky bastard. She had no doubt he watched the security cameras, waiting for someone to do something he didn’t like. He looked for any excuse to write someone up or degrade them verbally.
Because of that, she had to treat Romeo as she would any other patient. She gritted her teeth and kept going.
When she got to the front where he waited, she ignored the grinning man and asked Maribeth, “Did he get all the appropriate forms filled out?”
The receptionist held up a clipboard. She took it and glanced at the top sheet. “Old school, huh?” She lifted her gaze to meet Romeo’s.
The fucker was now smirking.
“You do know you could’ve filled these out online, right?” And saved a tree or two.
“Mr. Carter made a last-minute appointment,” Maribeth explained like Romeo couldn’t speak for himself.
Maddie turned enough to make sure Maribeth couldn’t see her eyes rolling. “Come with me, Mr. Carter.” Not waiting to see if he followed, she strode toward her “office.”
Truthfully, calling it an office was a joke since it was about the size of a linen closet. It barely fit a desk—half the size of a regular one—and two chairs. Luckily, they all used tablets to keep their patients’ files and notes. Fitting a file cabinet in her space would be impossible.