Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Daaaddddy!” Nathan squealed. “I’m going to barf!”
Wolf ignored him and continued to swing them in circles.
I was dizzy just watching them.
A chuckle had me bringing my gaze back to Nancy.
She was watching me watch Nathan and Wolf.
Her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher.
I turned away from the scene outside and continued to get to know Nancy. “I made him eat his vegetables,” I explained. “He didn’t want to eat the asparagus, but I told him if he didn’t eat it, he couldn’t have any of the chocolate cake I made.”
Nancy grinned.
“My granddaughter and Nathan get the same treatment at my home,” she smiled. “Although Nathan’s a lot more receptive to vegetables than Iona is.”
I leaned against the door frame. “How old is Iona?”
“Twenty-four.” Nancy continued on describing her obviously loved granddaughter.
I started to chuckle. “No,” I agreed. “I don’t think she would be very accepting of her grandmother telling her how to eat at twenty-four.”
Nancy grinned. “My house, my rules.”
We continued to visit until Wolf came up behind us. “Doesn’t Iona pay for groceries, utilities and the car insurance?” Wolf asked, scaring us both.
Nathan was asleep against his shoulder, and yet again I was surprised by the fact.
I’d realized over the last weekend that Nathan could sleep still anywhere and everywhere.
Not much had changed on that front in the months since I’d first met him.
“I still own the house,” Nancy said somewhat defensively. “She’s more than welcome to leave.”
I looked to Wolf and immediately had to cover up a choking laugh as I saw him roll his eyes so far heavenward.
“You know Iona will never leave you,” Wolf grinned. “But let’s go. If I hurry, I can get dressed in some different clothes before I leave for work.”
I looked over to Wolf.
He was dirty.
How had he gotten so freakin’ dirty?
Wolf caught me studying him and immediately became enthralled in the conversation he was having with Nancy.
I could tell something was wrong, though, especially with the way his eyes seem to light with an inner fire. Or possibly the way he scanned the nearly deserted neighborhood.
The only person doing anything on the entire block was a woman four houses down smoking a cigarette and speaking to someone on her cell phone while she pushed a lawnmower around almost as an afterthought.
“Let’s go, Nancy,” Wolf ordered, holding his arm out like the gentleman he was.
I backed into the doorway and stared at the dark night waiting for Wolf to come back.
It didn’t take him long.
Maybe four minutes tops.
However, the moment he came back around the bend of the house, I knew something was really wrong.
“Wolf,” I said, moving forward.
“Inside,” he snapped.
My brows rose, but I backed up and moved until he could get inside, which he did moments later.
He slammed the door shut and turned to survey the room.
“Xavier,” Wolf called.
Xavier’s head, which had been resting on the couch, jerked sideways.
“What?” he asked, standing up slightly.
“Pull up the video feed for the house,” Wolf ordered, threading the chain through the holder before backing away and heading toward the living room where Xavier was seated.
“What angle do you want?” Xavier asked.
“Back porch near the driveway,” Wolf said in anger.
I watched in fascination as the cameras pulled up on Xavier’s small computer screen and then started to replay the last ten minutes.
“Holy shit!” I cried, leaning forward over Xavier’s shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”
“That,” Wolf said, crossing his arms over his chest, “was someone trying to kill me.”
“Where is the body now?” I whispered worriedly as he dragged the man to where the trashcans were in a small enclosure on the side of Wolf’s house.
The moment he passed behind the trashcans, we lost the angle, only for it to appear five seconds later, from a completely new angle.
“Chained up on the water faucet,” he replied, taking his phone out of his pocket.
“That his foot?” I asked, pointing at the screen.
It was the only thing I could see poking out of the portioned off area.
“Yep,” Wolf confirmed, then held up a finger for me to hold on and not speak. “Ridley. Got a trespasser. Tried to hurt my boy … Yes.”
My brows rose.
Had the man tried to hurt Nathan?
Now I could see why he’d be mad. Enraged even.
***
“Where are we going?” I asked Wolf for a tenth time, dipping a finger into the cast that was really starting to get on my damn nerves.
It itched like crazy. It never fucking stopped itching.
“Clubhouse,” he answered distractedly.
I sighed.
I’d gotten the same answer five times now, and I was getting quite annoyed by his one word answers.
“Why?” I pushed.
“Because Xavier needs to stay somewhere that we’re not. We’re fucking screwed if everyone gets taken out at the same time. No witnesses, nothing,” Wolf explained patiently.
I rolled my eyes.
“Dramatic much?” I teased.
Wolf’s eyes were serious when they turned to me.