Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“He’s gonna get fat.”
“I’m sure he can handle them. Or you can give me some. Do you want to tell me what the dream was about?”
“It’s just . . . being back here.”
He closed his eyes, trying to rein in his anger. It wasn’t going to help anyone if he exploded.
“If I could kill that fucker, I would.”
“Kind of hard to kill a dead man.”
“I’d make it slow and painful.”
“Would you pull out his eyes too?” she asked.
“Nah, because I’d want him to see me coming. I’d go for his balls. I know just how to make something painful without going too far and hitting an artery. No need to make someone bleed out too quickly.”
“That’s very gruesome.”
“Shit. Sorry, Ladybug. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She pushed her face into his neck. “You didn’t. For some reason, when you have your arms around me, nothing seems to scare me.”
“Whenever you want a hug, I’m here.”
She yawned.
“You need to go to sleep, Ladybug. We’ve got to get rid of those dark marks under your eyes.”
“Don’t let go of me,” she cried, tightening her hold on him. “Please.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Her breathing sounded a bit shaky. “I haven’t . . . I haven’t slept with . . . anyone . . .”
Shit. Fuck.
“I’ll move a chair over and sit by your bed,” he told her.
She stiffened and shook her head. “No.”
“You want me to sleep like this with you?”
“I might freak out . . . but I also don’t want you to let me go. I’m sorry, I know I’m making no sense.”
“Shh.” He grabbed the comforter and drew it around her. “Now, go to sleep.”
“So fossy.”
“Yes, I am. Now, do as you’re told.”
A soft snore greeted him and he relaxed. Yeah, he wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. But it didn’t matter. Not if he got to hold her.
If he had his way, he wouldn’t let go of her ever again.
30
“Stop sulking,” Hack told her. “It’s all over now.”
“I’m not sulking.” Greer glared over at him as he drove them away from his clinic in Sav’s SUV since he’d only had his bike at her place. “I’m mad.”
“Uh-huh. Well, your mad face looks a lot like a sulking face.”
“You stuck a needle in me. The x-ray was bad enough, but you didn’t tell me you were going to be sucking my blood.”
“I didn’t suck your blood. The needle did. And I didn’t know I was going to until you told me that you hadn’t seen a doctor for a check-up in over five years.”
She squirmed in her seat. Yeah, Hack hadn’t been impressed about that. If looks were spankings . . . she wouldn’t be sitting right now.
“Do I still get my treat?” she asked in a quietly.
“I’m not sure. You did try to run away from me. That was naughty.”
She bit her lip. Yeah. It had been. Unfortunately, she’d run right into his desk and stubbed her toe.
Seemed her bad luck had followed her all the way to Montana.
At least the x-ray hadn’t shown a break. It was barely even swollen this morning. However, it was still a bit sore. He’d insisted on putting it in a sling for today at least, so she didn’t bang it.
Probably a wise decision.
Although, it made going to the bathroom awfully difficult. Hack had offered to help her, but she still had a modicum of dignity left.
Not a lot, but a little bit.
She couldn’t believe she’d made him sleep with her on his lap. When she’d woken up, she’d been so embarrassed, she’d barely been able to look him in the face.
No way was she going to start letting him help her pee.
Not happening.
She sighed sadly.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He leaned over to squeeze her thigh.
“Just thinking that my bad luck has followed me here.”
“You don’t have bad luck.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “My car broke down right before a snowstorm hit, then we got robbed, I hurt my wrist, and scraped my hands and knees, stubbed my toe, and got pricked by a needle. If that isn’t a whole bucket load of bad luck then I don’t know what is.”
“Baby,” he said in a soft croon. “I tell you what. I have an idea of how to get rid of your bad luck.”
“Does it involve locking me away or wrapping me up in bubble wrap?”
“Umm. All right, plan b.”
She snorted with laughter. She was starting to understand him.
“We’ll do a good luck ceremony.”
“Now you’re just making stuff up.”
He pulled up outside a nondescript building. What was this place? The windows were all tinted and there was no signage.
“No, I’m not. I have an idea for a cleansing. It does involve glitter, though. So we’ll have to do it at Reyes’s place since that bastard didn’t care one bit about what Emme did to my medicine bag. We could do it in his office at Reaper’s.”