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)
I was so upset, so freakin’ hurt that I needed time to think. I couldn’t think surrounded by Wolf. The man was overwhelming.
Like earlier. Had I been in the right frame of mind when he woke me up, I would’ve resisted him.
I would’ve told him no.
I wouldn’t have melted for his body.
Then I laughed humorlessly.
I would never stand a chance against the power of Wolf.
And not his strength.
The sheer force of will that surrounded the man was outstanding. He was like the sun, pulling everything into his gravitational field without even trying.
“You’re lying,” I said tiredly as I reached for the bottle of complimentary shampoo the hotel so conveniently left in the shower.
“I don’t lie,” Wolf stated matter of factly. “I tell it how it is. I don’t sugar coat things, even for you. Like telling you that you were stupid to leave. You had no money. You had no protection. You had no clue how far this man that’s fucking with our lives is willing to go, and that’s even after you saw that some man tried to beat the shit out of me with my son in my arms not even two nights ago.”
So, he was angry.
Really, really angry.
That I could tell right off the bat.
He hid it so well, though, that sometimes it was hard to tell until Wolf’s anger was staring you straight in the face.
And let me tell you something, an angry Wolf was a scary Wolf.
His eyes seemed to glow as they stared at me.
He clearly wasn’t happy with me.
Well that made two of us, because I was none too pleased with him as well.
“You and me are from the same town,” I said. “There’s no way in hell that you don’t know about me, something that didn’t occur to me until I was leaving this afternoon. I was the town slut. There’s no way in hell you didn’t hear about me.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t call yourself that.”
“Well, if the shoe fits!” I screamed at him.
He took a step forward, and kept coming until my back was pinned against the cold tiled wall.
“I said don’t. Talk. Like. That,” he said through gritted teeth. “We do what we have to do to survive. You did what you needed to do to get you through your shit existence.” He stopped. “You obviously know nothing about me if you think that I’d think that about you. You forget that I know you. I know for a fact that you’re no slut. Because if you were a slut, I’d be a goddamn angel that didn’t have black marks times infinity on my soul.”
I wasn’t really a slut.
Everyone just called me that. Treated me like that.
Sleep with one football player under the bleachers, and suddenly every football player thinks he can get him some.
It wasn’t true.
I’d only ever had four sexual partners in my life.
One in high school. One in college, and Jensen.
Then there was Wolf.
Although none of the others held a candle to Wolf.
He was in a league of his own, not only in the bedroom department, but in life in general.
Wolf was everything I ever wanted, and the one thing I didn’t think I deserved.
“That’s the problem, Wolf,” I said tiredly. “I don’t know anything about you. I know that you lost your wife and child in utero. I know that you have a sister. I know that you work as a Texas Ranger. But that’s it. I literally know nothing else about you.”
His eyes darkened.
“What?” I asked. “You’re annoying me.”
His mouth tipped up into a grin.
Then he lifted his hand to bring it up to his hair. Then he shifted his hand so my fingers slid through his hair.
“Feel that?” he rasped.
Trying to force myself from delighting in the feel of his hair, I started to sift my fingers around and froze when I felt the undeniable feel of a raised scar that had to be at least six inches in length.
“Is that…” I started.
He nodded his head and I swallowed thickly.
Then he picked my other hand up, and shifted it to the back of his head, and my stomach started to roll.
“Where did it enter?” I asked, knowing before he even said where it entered.
“The back of my head,” he said. “Entered just under the little knot at the bottom of my skull and came out above my left ear.”
His eyes went far away as he started to talk.
“I remember turning around, doing what the guy asked, and then…nothing.” He looked down into my eyes once again. “Woke up in a hospital room two days later, unable to talk and could barely lift my hand up two inches off the bed.”
I nodded my head, remembering that part.
His wife had been shot after him, and they’d laid bleeding together, bleeding out.
The cops had been called due to a noise disturbance when the shots were fired; the cops had arrived only to find something much worse than they could imagine.