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)
Bonnie reached out and placed her hand over Greer’s. “I get it. People can be assholes.”
“They sure can.”
“If anyone ever hurts you again . . . including that hunk of yours, you come see me. I have connections.” There went that dark look on her face again.
“You’re kind of scary. And adorable. It’s a bit confusing.”
Bonnie just smiled. “As long as I’m using my power to help you, it shouldn’t matter, right?”
“Right.” Power? Who was this woman? But she had helped her, so Greer wasn’t about to judge her. It wasn’t like her family had always walked the right side of the law. And she had no proof that Bonnie’s connections were of the criminal variety.
“I’ve just remembered about my phone.” She searched through her bag for it. “I need to text Hack.”
“Hmm, he probably won’t be happy about that guy yelling at you,” Bonnie said.
That was an understatement.
“Drat, my phone must still be in the car. Thanks for the ice cream and the help with that douche. But I should go. I have groceries in the car and I’m making lasagna.”
“Yum. I love lasagna. Maybe one day we can make some together.”
“Sure. I’d like that. I don’t really have many friends.” Did Livvy count as a friend?
“Me either,” Bonnie said. She walked her to the door and waved goodbye.
Greer hurried to Aidan’s SUV. She hoped her phone was still in there. As she reached the driver’s door, she caught sight of Titus out of the corner of her eye.
Was that . . . no, it couldn’t be, right?
She peeked around the SUV, watching as Titus walked away from the man he’d been talking to.
A man who looked very much like her brother.
But how would Cash and Titus know each other?
She blew out a breath. She could be mistaken. Sometimes her eyes played tricks on her. She’d texted Cash a few times, but so far he’d been too busy to come see her. And Hack didn’t want her meeting him on her own.
Which was silly. He was her baby brother.
Who she hadn’t seen in over eight years. This felt so weird. She hated the distance between them.
Yet, she didn’t feel like she could call out to him as he walked off.
With a sigh, she climbed into the car and started it up.
Where was her phone?
There it was. She glanced at it and grimaced.
Oh. Shit.
There were three missed calls and ten text messages from Hack. She might be in a bit of trouble here. Each text message was more urgent sounding than the last.
She decided to text rather than call. She knew that he wouldn’t always have access to his phone.
Greer:
I’m so sorry. I left my phone in the car. I was having ice cream with Bonnie.
No answer. Letting out a breath, she drove back to his place. This had been a very bizarre day. She drove home and parked in the small, attached garage before carrying the groceries inside.
Time to make lasagna.
She’d looked up a recipe on Hack’s tablet because it was so hard to read on her phone.
Her phone rang and she answered the call.
“Hi,” she said.
“Little girl, you’re in trouble.”
Gulp.
“You left your phone in the car? While you were at the grocery store?”
“Um, no. When I was having ice cream with Bonnie.”
“How did that come about?”
“Um, well, I was kind of in a slight altercation.”
“A what?” he asked in a chilling voice.
“A slight altercation. I was backing out of a parking space and my phone made a noise so I got distracted and didn’t see the car behind me.”
“Greer! Are you all right? Are you hurt? Shit. I’m coming home right now.”
“No, no, wait! I’m fine.”
“Fine? You were in a car accident! How can you be fine?”
“I wasn’t in a car accident. There was no damage to either vehicle. The guy got a bit . . . heated. But that’s when Bonnie and Titus came along. They handled him, then Bonnie took me to her place and Titus drove Aidan’s car, which is how my phone ended up in the car while I had ice cream with Bonnie.”
“Ice cream with Bonnie,” he said in a low voice.
“Uh-huh.”
“You weren’t hurt?”
“I’d be the first to tell you if I was . . . we both know I’m not shy about telling someone when I’m hurt.”
“Yet, you didn’t think to grab your phone and call me straight away after this . . . altercation?”
Uh-oh.
“What is your rule about what to do if something scares or harms you?”
“I’m meant to call you. But I wasn’t in any real trouble.”
“You said this guy was upset.”
“There might have been yelling,” she whispered.
“Greer Savage.”
“I know . . . I’m in trouble.”
“You’re certain you’re not hurt?”
“I’m not. I promise.”
“Because if you lie about that . . .” he warned.
“I’m not lying. I promise.”
He took in a deep breath and let it out. “You are to stay in the house until I get home, understand? And if anything at all happens, call me. Am I understood?”