Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Mig tensed, but when he saw I wasn’t going to try to make a run for it, he relaxed once again, this time at the table with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Here,” I said, dropping down to my knees next to the puddle.
Wolf surrendered the job to me and took a seat at the table after washing his hands.
I tried not to think about this blood belonging to Koda, and instead thought about what I should do over the next couple of days.
I needed to go to the store and get some food.
I also needed to go get my clothes from my sister, but I was scared because I didn’t want anyone to see me going over there.
Like my stalker…the guy I suspected was behind all of this.
“Cameras only caught the side of his face and nothing more. Not enough to go by,” I heard Wolf say.
I sprayed the area with a disinfectant cleaner I’d found under the sink, then wiped up the area I’d just sprayed before tossing all the trash into the can beside the sink and washing my hands.
All the while I listened to what Mig had to say, hoping to gain more insight into exactly what had happened.
When I didn’t learn anything more than I already knew, I started to make myself a sandwich.
I started out with a fried egg, then made it into a gourmet grilled cheese before I grabbed a bag of chips off the top of the fridge and took a seat.
All the men watched me as I sat, but I ignored them.
I wouldn’t be making them any food as long as they were holding me prisoner against my will.
So I made sure to make it sound like I enjoyed it.
By the time I was finished, all of them were glaring at me.
I got up, folded up the bag of chips, and then washed my dishes before I turned to survey the room.
Ridley had just finished cleaning up what was left of the glass.
Griffin finished boarding up the last of the wood across the door.
And Mig showed Wolf something on his phone.
Peek was still on the phone, from what I could hear, so I chose to go into the living room that butted up against the kitchen and turned on the TV.
I chose the girliest show I could find, Project Runway, and turned up the TV so loud that I drowned out the men’s voices in the kitchen.
I looked down at my phone over and over again, but Casten never called. Before long, I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I let them drift closed on thoughts of how badly I’d screwed up Casten’s life.
My dreams were anything but sweet.
***
“She’s got a death grip on the remote. Every time I tried to take it from her, she started to wake up. So we left it on. Couldn’t figure out how to turn it off from the TV, though,” I heard, interrupting my sleep.
My eyes slowly opened, and I stared up into the stormy gray eyes that I was beginning to fall in love with.
His eyes weren’t happy, though. Far from it.
“Go to bed, Tasha,” he said.
I scrambled up to my feet and stared at Casten worriedly.
“Is she…” I hesitated. “She’s okay?”
He shrugged. “Okay as any dog who got shot, I suppose.”
My stomach sank.
“But she’ll recover?” I confirmed.
He nodded. “Vet says she will.”
I closed my eyes, finally taking a deep breath for the first time since I’d been woken up during the night.
“Okay,” I said, smiling sadly at him.
I waved at Mig as I walked past Casten, then turned the corner into the hallway, heading away from where I’d spent a great night with Casten, and into the spare bedroom.
My feet felt heavy as I walked further and further away from him, and I felt like I was leaving a piece of my heart behind.
Would he want me if I kept putting him and his family in danger?
I got my answer the next morning.
And it wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
Chapter 13
Shout out to ATM fees for making me buy my own money.
-E-card
Casten
I finally let myself walk stiffly to my bedroom where, hopefully, Tasha was set to sleep a few more hours.
I wouldn’t mind a cuddle or two…not that I’d ever admit that.
But when I got into my room, it was empty.
I frowned and looked at my watch, noting the time.
Four in the morning.
She wouldn’t be up already. It was too early, and she didn’t have anything to do today, seeing as it was Sunday morning.
But I poked my head into the bathroom just in case, but that was empty as well.
Frowning, I walked down the hall toward the bedroom I’d given her to make use of while she was here and found her curled into a ball on the bed.