Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Tinsley’s right, you’re home for the time being. I don’t want you or her out in broad daylight. After today, we’ll all be staying away until we get the all-clear from Easton. It’s gonna fucking suck, but Robert will be running scared shitless soon, and who knows what he’ll do. For now, it’s contained. Once he figures out he’s being monitored and trailed everywhere, not to mention the bugs the butler placed in strategic places before he upped and moved to Cabo. We all need to play this safe,” Slade laments. He’s a sly motherfucker. There is no doubt about it. He’s got a few things up his sleeve.
“Alright, though spending a few days with my woman and nothing else, that sounds more like a vacation,” I joke, but we all know I’ll be on high alert.
“Let me know if Tinsley can go along with that as a vacation, then have her get with Taylor on that. I swear that woman is already planning the next one, and we just got back from one last month.” He shakes his head.
“Speaking of, Kellie and I will be planning one as soon as this case is done.” He and Kellie both need time away before the weather starts to turn in the winter months.
“This is fucking summer compared to Washington. Jesus, I thought I was going to get frostbite.” The guys laugh at that. Tinsley returns, hands the laptop to me, then she’s off to the kitchen or to snoop. Like I have anything I wouldn’t want her to see anyways. She’s fucking cute.
“May as well go see what’s in the kitchen. I’m awfully hungry.” Drake rubs his stomach.
“Aren’t you always?” Bridger rolls his eyes. It sure as hell feels good to be home, even with these knuckleheads.
SIXTEEN
TINSLEY
One Week Later
Leo and I have become closer in this past week. It also helped that we were basically on lockdown for the exception of the gang coming over one night. Even when Slade was wholly against it, I guess Taylor couldn’t be stopped once she put her mind to it and gave as good as she got.
It was a lot of fun to interact with everyone, like we were all one big happy family. I didn’t think about my parents, the hired hit on my head, or the fallout that is surely going to happen. My last name comes with a lot of publicity, to the likes that I don’t want to deal with any of it. Yet I know it’ll be a necessity to go back to Washington once Slade and Travis’s plan comes full circle.
The smorgasbord of food that was brought in when Taylor, Kellie, Raelynn, Cam, and Giana came bustling in with their men following had me cracking up. The girls carried the drinks, and the men were grumbling about how they think we’d eat all this. Everything from chips and salsa, fajitas, cheesecake, and donuts were brought. I think Leo and I ate off the leftovers for two days straight before they were gone.
“What are you thinking about that has you so lost in thought?” Leo comes in from the garage; he was tinkering on something out there. I didn’t pry, mainly because I’ve been online dealing with my college back in Washington and see what it would take to transfer to one here in Virginia. I’ve already decided I’ll be dropping my business major and picking up more creative writing style classes and keep working on my English degree.
“I just got off the phone with Seattle University. They said something that didn’t make any sense to me,” I tell Leo.
“Fuck, something wrong?” He sits beside me. Leo’s home is warm and inviting. I have a feeling his mom has something to with do it. There’s a flair of modern to it, in the side tables, coffee table, and TV console, but the brown leather couch, loveseat, and chair are fluffy and inviting. It doesn’t make things seem closed in, especially now. Leo stated we have to keep the curtains closed at all times and I’m to remain away from the windows, which really sucks. I’ve wanted nothing more than to go on his back patio. He has an outdoor fireplace, a hot tub, and it overlooks the forest. I want to watch as the trees sway in the breeze, how the snow lies heavily on the branches, and feel the crunch of the grass beneath my feet.
“No, well, maybe. They unenrolled me from my classes already. I haven’t done that. Did Easton start the process?” I ask. I’ve learned a lot about the Nighthawk men. When a task comes to them, they go full throttle.
“Not that I’m aware of. How difficult is that going to be for you to enroll out here, and have you figured out what college you’d like to attend?”