Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“A little, she needs to see things from Madison’s perspective.” Kat’s shoulders fell in disappointment. “I guess we’re headed back to Glitz.”
I hated that her disappointment felt like my disappointment, and even more, that I wanted to fix things for her.
“Or we can see if Molly changes her mind. Maybe the dinner shift will give her some time to think. How about I buy you a burger, Kitty Kat?” I was playing with fire and in that moment, I didn’t give a damn.
“I could eat, I suppose.”
“It’s a long drive back to Glitz,” I told her. “Maybe we ought to get in a nap before dinner, just to be safe.”
Heat sparked in her eyes at my words and a slow smile spread across her luscious lips. “There’s a lodge a few miles up the road, perfect for a cat nap.”
“A Kat nap. I like the sound of that.”
Whatever the hell craziness had taken over my mind, I was going with it.
There would be plenty of time for regret.
Later.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Kat
“How is it possible that no one has seen that big ugly fuck anywhere?”
There was still massive fallout from Ravager’s fight. Now that we were back in Glitz, it had to be dealt with. All of it. There were plenty of people who expected to be paid for their off-book bets, and even more who wanted to know why the fuck they weren’t rolling in the cash they were promised.
Because stupid fucking Ravager refused to throw the fight. He was a pain in my ass, and I wanted to find him first and stick my stiletto in his throat, not to kill him, just to let him know how fucking pissed I was. Because I was really fucking pissed.
Terry sat in his usual spot in my office, the sofa against the wall that gave him an uninterrupted view of me. All day long.
“He might be a lot of things,” he said, “but Rob is no fool. He knows he fucked up and knows there will be hell to pay when we catch up to him.”
It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but it was the truth. Whatever was going on between us, I could always count on Terry to give it to me straight.
“Someone has to be helping him, and I’ll bet it’s either the guy he was talking to when we last saw him or whoever tried to run me over.”
“Kill you, you mean,” Terry clarified, his voice dark and intense. “They tried to kill you, Kat.”
I rolled my eyes at his serious words, but my heart rate picked up. “I know that.” I couldn’t escape the fact that, other than the nights I spent in his arms, those few seconds dodging two tons of steel played in my mind all night. On repeat. And when I actually slept, they played in my dreams.
“Nightmares?” His tone was soft and sweet, at odds with the tough guy I knew him to be, and yeah, it melted me like butter.
“Some,” I admitted reluctantly because the last thing I wanted was for Terry to see me as anything less than desirable and capable. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having nightmares, Kat. Especially after a traumatic experience.” His blue eyes bore into mine, making sure I was unable to look away until I understood what he said.
I wanted to believe his long looks meant something was changing between us, but he didn’t give me anything to go on. No endearments, no talk of a future, of going public. What choice did I have but to keep my guard up with this man, otherwise my heart could get broken into so many pieces, I might never be able to put it back together again.
I scoffed, despite his tender tone. I couldn’t help myself. “My life has been a clusterfuck, filled with trauma, and I refuse to let some insignificant jackass fuck with my sleep.”
He nodded and stood, his long legs slowly carrying him closer to my desk. Terry sat on the edge and gave me a gentle, sympathetic smile. “So you are having nightmares. Tell me about them.”
“You first,” I shot back to more snark than I meant to, but he couldn’t just expect me to bare my soul when he refused to do the same. If he cared, he’d open up, right?
“I sleep just fine, Kitty Kat.” He tugged on a strand of my hair like he used to when I was a little girl, before he decided he hated my guts. “I want to know why you’re not sleeping.”
I looked up at him, blond hair gleaming in the sun that spilled in from two walls of windows, light blue eyes intense and hungry as they connected with mine.
“What if I told you that I wasn’t sleeping because you’re not with me?” It was as much of the truth as I was willing to admit to him. For now.