Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Until he’d figured out that he owned her.
She might not comprehend it yet, but she’d just have to deal with it.
She. Was. His.
He’d already checked out the room Brody was in. It had shelves messily filled with boxed toys and teddy bears dressed in superhero outfits.
Could be he just liked superheroes and collecting toys.
Or could there be something more to it?
Hmm. He wasn’t sure about his Bunny meeting Brody today. She was his. He should he put a stop to it. Get rid of the boy.
Only that felt almost . . . wrong.
That was a strange feeling. Why would it feel wrong? Things rarely felt right or wrong to him.
Was there something about the boy? He did seem harmless. His record was squeaky clean.
But the Fox would be watching him.
She was his to protect.
And he’d kill anyone who threatened her.
6
Autumn looked through the cupboards.
Gosh darn it.
She didn’t have anything that Brody liked to eat. She nibbled at her lower lip. He was coming over later and what was she going to feed him?
She glanced over at Freddy Fox who was sitting on the counter. “What do I do? I can’t feed him energy drinks and cereal.”
The fox just gave her a look like she was being a dumbass.
“Yeah, I know I should go to the store. I hate going to there, though. There are people at the store.”
She moved to the fridge.
Oh. Shit.
“We have bigger problems than that, Freddy. I’m nearly out of creamer.”
The fox looked suitably horrified.
So he should be. This was DEFCON one, or was it five? She had no idea which was worse. But this was a huge emergency. Grabbing her purse, she tucked Freddy inside and then headed out to her car.
Be brave, Autumn.
But she wasn’t brave. She was a wimp. A wimp who really needed to get in her car and go to the store.
“I can do this. I’m a good driver. Great driver. I’ll be fine.”
She tried to ignore the fact that she was already sweating up a storm and would probably stink by the time she even got to the shop.
“I got this! I can do this! I’m a goddess!”
She climbed into her car and drove to the big, fancy grocery store. She knew it would have better snacks than the corner shop near her house.
She was not going to let a bit of fear stand between her and her Butter Pecan creamer.
No freaking way.
She also needed bananas, chocolate, nuts, and pizza dough.
Parking, she climbed out and walked into the supermarket. She shivered as a cold wind cut through her. She glanced down at her dark gray sweatsuit. Maybe she should have put on something else. At least a jacket.
Too late now.
Autumn walked into the supermarket.
She usually ordered her groceries online and had them delivered.
But it was time to start taking steps out into the world. She couldn’t hole up in her house all the time, gaming and texting Brody. This was step one. Step two was . . . well, she hadn’t gotten that far yet.
Since meeting Brody a few months ago, she felt stronger. She’d started eating better and she’d gained a little weight. Just a little. But now she felt brave enough to tackle a big grocery store.
I am strong. I am mighty.
I carry around a stuffy, but that’s okay.
Grabbing a basket, she headed to the fruit. She needed bananas for what she planned to make Brody. They’d become really good friends. Sometimes, she thought about what it would be like to be more. But she didn’t know if he felt the same way. Every time he looked like he might touch her, he’d pull back.
She’d never found it easy to make friends. She’d always been a bit odd. Her grandparents had wanted her to be quiet and well-behaved all the time. So she’d tried to do what they wanted, too scared of the consequences if she didn’t. She’d grown up quickly. Maybe that’s why she now liked to play with Legos, build forts, and used a pacifier to get herself off to sleep.
How would Brody react if he knew about her Little side? He’d probably find it easier to swallow than the fact that she had a fairy god-daddy.
Someone who kept sending her gifts, like the adult baby bottle that had been delivered a few days ago. Getting sent things by someone who didn’t leave a message should freak her out . . . only it didn’t.
Because she was pretty sure she knew who was sending them. And it made her feel connected to her Hero.
Okay, so it was a bit messed up.
For a brief moment she’d wondered if he’d had anything to do with the money she’d won, but that couldn’t be right. It was way too much money to just give someone.
Glancing around, she caught sight of a man bending down to pick up something off the floor.