Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Obviously, acid. It shouldn’t even be a question.
“No. Not yet.”
“He’s always staring at her. He wants her. Question is whether he’s a creepy stalker or just a guy who doesn’t know how to talk to women,” Michael drawled. He tapped his finger against his clean-shaven cheek. His chestnut-colored hair was cut short and perfectly styled. He had a suit jacket on over his T-shirt and a pair of pressed pants. This was the most dressed-down Mikey ever got. He was the head of finance for a company that was looking to revolutionize smart chargers for electric vehicles.
Sage had suggested that Loki invest in the company a while back. So he had. And made a bucketload more cash. Mikey wasn’t always here; he split his time up between Wishingbone and Chicago.
“You want me to look any further into him?” The last to speak was Easton. He was the quietest. But don’t underestimate him. He had the ability to blend into the background, which made him an excellent private investigator.
Easton had run a background check on Remy. And he’d followed them the other night to dinner to keep an eye on Isa.
Loki had known most of these guys for years. Mikey moved here during Loki’s senior year of high school. Sage was his best friend and had moved out here a few years later.
Rohan was Sage’s cousin. And Easton . . . well, that was a long story.
“You already did some research into him and didn’t find anything,” Loki said.
No way would he let his girl go out with a guy that he hadn’t had Easton look into.
“I can go further,” Easton said. “Pretty certain now that he has been a member of some BDSM clubs. And he doesn’t look like a sub to me, so I’m going with Dom.”
“Not exactly a crime,” Mikey said dryly.
“Well, I can fabricate something in his past to make her get rid of him for good,” Easton said.
Tempting . . . get rid of him. But Loki knew if Isa ever found out, she’d be furious.
And that was pretty much the only thing stopping him.
That . . . and you’re trying to be a good guy. To ensure that Isa gets what she needs.
Even if it’s not what you want.
Fuck.
Being the good guy sucked.
He’d give all his money away, let people use his house and his stuff, even take his she-demon chickens.
But letting her go . . .
It might be asking too much.
“Not there yet. I’ll let you know when I am.”
Fuck, he’d just said when not if.
Time to go make her eat. After a bathroom break.
“I’m going to take a piss before the quiz starts. This week we’re going to kick ass.” He yelled that last part before letting out a whoop that his friends echoed.
“No way!” Kiesha yelled back. “It’s Beersal Suspects all the way!”
This had become part of the ritual of quiz night. And it hyped everyone up.
Loki headed to the restroom. After he was finished doing his business, he washed his hands, glancing over as the door opened.
And Remy walked in.
Loki stiffened; he couldn’t help it.
It would be so much easier if he had a solid reason for hating him.
Remy nodded to him and Loki walked out without saying a word. He wasn’t going to hang around the restroom while the guy took a piss, yet he found himself unable to walk away, either.
Fuck. What was he doing? Now he was hanging around outside the men’s restrooms like a complete weirdo? He headed off down the corridor.
Then he stopped. He needed to get to know this guy. And he had something that he wanted to talk to him about. Remy left the bathroom, looking unsurprised to find him standing there.
“Loki, I was hoping to talk to you.”
Loki raised his eyebrows. “You were?”
“Yep.”
“You’re staring at her again.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “More than usual, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
To his shock, instead of firing off at him or getting defensive, Remy just sighed and leaned against the wall opposite him. “It’s hard for me to stop thinking about that night. I play it over in my mind, seeing all the ways it could have ended differently. Since I first met her, I’ve been worrying over her. But now, it seems like it’s gone into overdrive. So yeah, I’m watching her more than usual because I’m trying to convince myself that she’s safe. She hasn’t seen that same car again, right? I told her to tell me if she did.”
Loki just stared at him. This was the guy who barely spoke to anyone, and he’d just laid out a whole lot of information that Loki could barely take in.
“What do you mean, all the ways that things could have ended differently? Because she could have hurt herself? The car was just a bit scratched up. It’s already been buffed out. And why would she see that car again? Is something else going on?”