Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Mac has had guys on his trail ever since your dad came clean about you to Kiara.”
Although they hadn’t been looking for him that long, I asked, “Could you call your president to see if they’re any closer to finding him?”
“I don’t get why you’re being so damn stubborn about this. I would’ve thought that you had long enough to come to terms with heading to the Silver Saints compound. ”
“Long enough? Are you freaking kidding me?” Ruled by the fury coursing through my veins, I jumped to my feet and yanked the door open to glare at Cash. “It’s only been half a day since my entire world fell apart.”
“Half a day?” he echoed, his brows drawing together.
I nodded, crossing my arms against my chest. “Yeah, my dad called three, maybe four hours before you guys showed up.”
“Shit,” he grunted, raking his fingers through his dark hair. “He knew when my flight landed and couldn’t put it off any longer. Waited until the last possible moment, like a fucking coward, instead of giving you the extra day you would’ve had while I was making the arrangements needed to get to you without leading Bickle straight to you.”
My lips parted, but I pressed them together. My dad didn’t deserve to have me defend him, and now I had something else to be angry with him about. My shoulders slumped as I whispered, “I really could’ve used that extra time to wrap my head around all the crap he told me he’s done.”
“Fuck, sunshine.” Cash wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against his strong body. “I hate seeing you so upset.”
Burying my face against his broad chest, I cried for what felt like hours. I wasn’t sure how I even had any tears left in my body since I’d done a ton of crying throughout the night, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
When I finally pulled myself together, I tilted my head back to stare up at Cash. “Thank you.”
“I’ll call Mac and see if they have any leads on where Bickle might be bunkered down. If he thinks you’ll be safe here for a little longer, I’ll ask if we can stay,” he offered.
Pressing my hands together, I gasped, “Yes, please.”
“Go wash your face, sunshine.” He nudged me back into the bedroom before pulling his cell phone from the back pocket of his jeans and striding away.
I wanted to know what his president would say, but I didn’t want to risk pushing Cash when he’d just made a major concession. So I padded over to the bathroom and cleaned up before changing into a new outfit—one that just so happened to look really good on me.
When I headed to the living room, Cash was just finishing his call. His dark eyes scanned my face before they met mine, and I held my breath as I waited for the verdict. “Although we don’t currently have his location, there’s no indication that Bickle has tracked you here. We’ve laid a false trail for him leading to Miami, so we should be safe here for a little while.”
“Past Christmas?” I croaked.
He paused before answering, “Yes.”
The tears that filled my eyes this time were from relief and happiness. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he warned. “You’re gonna need to follow a few rules while we’re here.”
“What are they?” I asked, even though I felt desperate enough to agree to just about anything.
“No exploring the ski resort, we stay in the cabin, and I’m the only one who answers the door when we order food.”
That made sense, so it was easy to agree. “Sure.”
“If the situation changes and we need to get outta here, you do as I say so I can keep you safe.”
“Okay, I can do that,” I murmured, hoping like heck that never happened.
“And you’re on an information blackout. No cell phone. No questions. Not until we're back in Silver Saints territory.”
My eyes widened as I shook my head. “But I—”
He held his hand up, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “If you can’t do it, then we’ll have to leave now, even if I have to take you the hard way.”
I had so many questions about why the Silver Saints were helping my dad protect me…and the half sister I’d never known about. But I had to balance my need for answers against the urgent desire I felt to stay in this cabin for as long as I could. To remain in the safety of this bubble before I had to face the reality of what my dad had done. To spend the holiday in front of the gorgeous fireplace in the living room like I’d planned from the moment I saw it, even if my parents weren’t with me. “I guess I can keep my questions to myself for now. Except for one…what about Lorelei?”