Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
While I tried to fight it, there was just something about her. She set me at ease in a way that I never dreamed possible. I was more myself. Even the nightmares had subsided, and I couldn’t walk away.
I was walking a dangerous line—one that could cost me everything.
But every moment I spent with her, I found myself wanting more.
And if more meant having her out to my place, then I’d have her out to my place. “What about tonight?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah... you can meet me there around six.” I could hear the words I was saying, but I couldn’t believe they were coming out of my mouth as I told her, “I’ll grill us a steak or something.”
“You don’t have to go to any trouble.” I thought for a moment that she was going to pass, but then she surprised me by saying, “But I have to admit... a steak does sound pretty good.”
“Steak it is.” I pulled on my boots as I asked, “You going in to work today?”
“I don’t know... I really don’t see the point. Garrett’s still gone, and I can’t schedule any bookings until I know when he’s going to be back.”
“Where exactly did he go?”
“The Caribbean.” I could hear a twinge of jealousy in her voice as she went on to explain, “A resort hired him to take pictures for their website and travel brochure. I thought it was only going to take a few days, but his last email said it would be at least another week. If I had to guess I’d say he’s taking advantage of his luxury accommodations.”
“I wouldn’t necessarily blame him.”
“Me either.”
“I better get going.”
I put on my cut and stared at her for a moment, soaking her in while I had the chance. “I’ll see you at the house at six.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
She gave me one of those looks—the ones she gave when she was hoping I’d kiss her, but like all the times before, I resisted the temptation and walked out of the room. I headed down to my bike and then on to the clubhouse. When I walked in, I found Stitch and Bones talking in the bar with Clutch, and from the expression on Stitch’s face, they weren’t just shooting the shit.
As I started over to them, I overhead Bones say, “We’ve gone over it and over it. I’m telling ya... we’re as prepared as we can get.”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Well, we’re damn close.” Bones sounded frustrated as he told him, “The waiting sucks, but for the time being, we’ve done what we can.”
I didn’t bother sounding off.
They all knew how I felt about things. I’d made it abundantly clear the day before when we were going over the blueprints of the Demarco warehouse and each of the brothers’ homes. I, along with Stitch and Savage, wanted eyes on each of the locations.
We all knew Big and Bones were keeping track of all flights coming into Seattle from Mexico, including private charters, and while it was a start, I didn’t believe it was enough. It was crucial that we knew the second they returned, and I had no doubt they’d return. They had to. Their family business was on the line, and I wanted us to be sitting on go the second they slithered back into town.
When Bones saw that I’d walked up, he gave me a funny look. “There you are.”
“You looking for me?”
“Yeah, I went to your room, but you weren’t there.”
“No, I wasn’t. Was there something you needed?”
He studied me for a second, then shook off whatever he was thinking. “Just gonna let you know that we got access to the security feed at Miguel’s place, so we now have eyes on all locations.”
“And? Have you seen anything?”
“Afraid not. Seems all three locations are mostly deserted—just a few men keeping an eye on the place, but we’re monitoring things. We’ll know the second someone shows up.”
“Good... What about the journal? You get anywhere with that?”
“Afraid not. The damn thing turned out to be a dead-end.” Bones sounded disappointed as he announced, “We checked each of the locations listed, but they were all abandoned.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, I was hoping it would give us some answers.”
“So nothing?”
“Just that it looks like there’s about a three-week turnaround.”
“I’m not following.”
“The list of names and dates are in groupings. The list comes in, and a week later, the list goes out. Three weeks after, the new list starts.”
“So maybe there’s a connection between those three weeks and the disappearance of the Demarco brothers.”
“That’s definitely a possibility.” Stitch cocked his brow. “Might explain why they’d been gone for as long as they have, but only time will tell.”
“Which means more of the whole ‘wait and see’ bullshit.”
“Maybe.” Stitch glanced over at Bones as he said, “I have a feeling it won’t be much longer.”