Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
She shuddered.
A dark cloud came over Moose’s features. Any relaxing effects from their hug vanished. “Fuck no, I don’t mind. In fact, I insist.”
He stomped out of the room, and Daisy’s stupid heart fluttered. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear he was jealous.
And her day had been just shitty enough, she allowed herself to indulge in that fantasy even though she knew it’d never come to fruition.
A man like Moose would never be interested in her.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE COPS HAD a million questions, and as expected, they’d seemed more interested in the big burly biker at Daisy’s side than the actual problem at hand—her deadbeat brother.
Moose was used to it. Wearing a cut with a one-percenter patch meant automatic side-eye from the cops, at the very least. They’d grilled him about his club, Daisy’s affiliation with him, and her connection to his club. Learning that they’d only met the day before and that this situation didn’t have a damn thing to do with him or his club did not satisfy their curiosity.
Or kill their hatred.
Meanwhile, Daisy’s brother was running around God knew where doing God knew what with the money he’d stolen while his sister suffered the consequences. What kind of asshole left his sister, his flesh and blood, to deal with the fallout of his actions?
A shit one, that’s what kind.
The guy better stay hidden because if Moose got his hands on him, he wasn’t sure he could hold back. Daisy wouldn’t want him to harm her brother, but her heart was too soft for her own good. She was a much better person than Moose, and he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as she did, let alone sleep beside her.
Unfortunately, the more time he spent with her, the notion of sleeping beside her went out the window, and his mind wandered to much more pleasurable activities they could get up to in that bed.
By the time the cops left, Daisy was visibly agitated and over being scared. She practically vibrated with rage as she stuffed clothing and toiletries into a bag. Some things couldn’t be packed since they’d been smashed, but she had enough to last a few days. Moose made the executive decision to hit up a store later that day. Daisy needed time to process and chill before doing anything else.
They didn’t speak on the quick drive back to the motel, but Daisy let loose once they closed the door behind them.
“It’s such bullshit!” she said, throwing her bag onto the mattress hard enough to make it bounce. She planted her hands on her hips, then stomped from one corner of the room to the other and back again. “How are you not more upset?” she asked as she stopped and seared him with a furious glance.
“I am upset, Daisy. I just don’t react much on the outside. Of course, I’m upset. Your home was destroyed, and your privacy and security were violated. I’m mad as hell for you.”
“What?” She shook her head. “No. Well, of course, I mean, that’s the obvious problem, but I’m talking about the shitty way the cops treated you.”
He started for her, intent on doing whatever he could to settle her down, but her words had him halting halfway across the room. “You’re… what?”
Daisy looked at him as though he’d sprouted a second head. “I’m pissed, that’s what! You’re the only reason I’m not lying in a hospital bed today. You’re the only reason I didn’t curl up in the fetal position and cry on the floor when I saw my house. You saved me and held me together, and those officers dared to act like you were a suspect. It’s bullshit!” She yelled the last sentence. Her face flushed, and her blonde ponytail bounded as she gestured wildly with her hands.
Moose had no words. He’d never needed words for a situation like this. While he was used to dealing with suspicious police officers, he wasn’t used to dealing with anyone who was irate on his behalf, especially a sexy woman. When was the last time anyone had given a shit about his well-being or how people treated him? He wasn’t sure how to deal with Daisy’s concern or whether he even liked it.
“Daisy, forget about that. I don’t give a shit what the cops think of me. I’ve been dealing with that for almost two decades. That should not be your focus here. Trust me, I’ve done plenty throughout the years to earn their distrust.”
Her hands went back to her hips. “I will not forget it. They had no right to question you as though you’d been the one to destroy my home, and I’m going to make sure they know it. Why are you looking at me like that?”
He schooled his expression. “Like what?”
“Like I’m crazy.”
That had him laughing. “Because I think you might be a little crazy. You’re pissed for the wrong reason.” He wanted to hug her again, but it would be weird. He’d only done it the first time to keep her from fracturing, but he liked the feel of her in his arms.