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)
Too much.
She huffed. “I’m glad you’re talking to me in full sentences now, but no, I’m not pissed for the wrong reason at all. I will not stand by while someone I care about is treated like garbage.”
She cared about him? What the hell?
She threw her hands in the air. “You’re still staring at me… weird.”
“You care about me?”
Her features softened as she smiled. “Moose, of course, I care about you. You’ve helped me, been kind, given me a place to stay, and shown me respect. How could I not care about you?” She walked over, rose onto her tiptoes, and kissed his lower cheek since she couldn’t reach any higher. “You’re an amazing man, Moose. Now, I’m going to take a shower to calm myself down, if you don’t mind.”
His mind reeled from the bomb she’d just dropped on him. She cared about him.
“Yeah. Uh… of course, take a shower. I’ll grab some grub.”
She cares about me.
Daisy beamed at him. “Good idea. I’m starved. Getting angry works up an appetite. Besides, I will need the fuel to deal with the disaster my life has become. Get me anything. I’m not picky.”
After giving him a quick hug, she sashayed into the bathroom. He stared at the door long after it closed and the sounds of rushing water filled the air.
Who the hell was this woman? How did she stay positive about her situation while losing her mind over a cop acting like a dick to him? In the past, he felt stifled when people took an interest in his life, even his club brothers. It’s why he worked best on his own. He preferred to travel alone, eat alone, sleep alone, and sit with his own company day after day.
But ever since waking up with Daisy in his bed, he’d been having stray thoughts about life on the road with her at his side or on the back of his bike. What would that be like, experiencing city after city with Daisy’s sunshine brightening his days and her body heating his nights? Every adventure would be shared with her. Every high and low they’d handle as a team. She’d meet his brothers. Fuck, they’d love her, probably more than they liked him.
Definitely more than they liked him.
A car door slammed somewhere outside, ripping him from his ludicrous fantasy. Traveling with Daisy? Insanity. He didn’t even know the woman but knew himself, and he hated people. There must be a glitch in his brain making him think rogue thoughts like attaching himself to a woman.
He strode across the street to the diner where he’d met Daisy. Twenty-five minutes later, he returned to the motel room armed with two cheeseburgers, extra fries, and two milkshakes—one chocolate and one vanilla since he didn’t know her preference, and he had none.
As soon as he entered the motel room, he frowned. The sound of the shower still resonated in the air. A quick glance at his phone revealed it’d been over half an hour since Daisy entered the bathroom. Shit. Had she slipped? Fallen? Was she huddled in a ball on the tub floor, sobbing?
Not that he’d blame her, but the idea of her in such a vulnerable state gutted him. He set the food down and went to the bathroom door. “Daisy?” he called as he knocked.
No response.
Fuck, that couldn’t be good. He tried the knob and, thank fuck, found it unlocked, so he opened the door and stuck his head in. Warm steam wafted around his face. The smell of something citrusy and sweet went straight to his dick. What was that? Was it her body wash? Did Daisy’s skin smell that way? Like a damn creamsicle?
A low moan had his stomach dropping.
Fuck.
He’d been correct, and something was wrong. He rushed in and yanked the shower curtain open, expecting to have to scoop a weeping Daisy out of the tub. What he found instead had his jaw dropping, his dick aching, and his mouth watering for a taste.
Daisy stood with one hand braced on the wall, her head thrown back, and two fingers buried in her pussy.
When she realized she wasn’t alone, a gasp flew from her, and their eyes locked.
Moose almost came on the spot from the desire swirling in her lust-drunk eyes.
CHAPTER SIX
DAISY WENT THROUGH the motions of showering as she’d done thousands of times—soaping her hair, rinsing, washing her body, applying conditioner, and rinsing again. Thankfully, it required no thought because her mind stayed on Moose the entire time. She should use this quiet time to work on a plan to repair her home or find her brother, but Moose occupied every ounce of her brain.
How could the police treat him that way? It’d made her beyond livid watching them grill him like the suspect instead of the man she owed her life to. How did he deal with that kind of disrespect day after day? It would drive her crazy. He might live an unconventional life, be a little extra gruff, and not always on the right side of the law, but he was a damn good man. She knew that to her bones.