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)
She couldn’t breathe. Shit. Why couldn’t she breathe?
“Hey. Hush. Everything is all right. It will be fine.” Remy drew her against his chest, running his hand up and down her back.
This was all on her. And now Loki was hurting. Over her keeping things from him as much as anything else.
“I’m sorry I made it seem like I would tell him. I really was going to. And now he’s mad at me.”
Loki was never mad at her. She couldn’t take it. It felt like her insides were being eaten from the inside out.
“Hey, everything will be all right. He’s your best friend and he loves you.”
Yeah, but she’d never had him walk away from her before.
She leaned against Remy, drawing on his strength.
“Do you want to go back to the trivia night?” he asked her after a moment.
“No. I want Loki. I need to talk to him. He might have headed home.” She wanted her best friend, Razzie, and to forget this ever happened.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
She didn’t argue as he took hold of her hand and led her out the door. They stepped into the main bar area . . . right as a fight broke out. Isa gasped and Remy put his arm around her, tucking her into his side.
To be fair, what had at first seemed like a huge brawl was actually relegated to one area.
The area where Loki’s Warriors always hung out.
She searched frantically for him as Remy moved her through the people watching.
She gasped as she caught sight of Loki. He had Gary Larsen pinned to the wall.
Oh no! She had to get to him. To help him. Gary could be a mean son of a bitch when he was drinking.
“Loki!” she cried out, trying to get away from Remy.
“Isa, no!” Remy told her firmly.
“I need to go help him.”
“Like fuck you’re going over there. You’ll only get hurt.”
“You don’t understand! Loki!”
Remy lifted her into his arms and shoved his way out of the bar.
“Take me back!” She pushed at his hold.
“Isabelle, stop!”
Whoa. There was some power behind that command and she instantly stopped fighting.
“You are not going back there. It’s dangerous. If you took a moment to think about it, you’d realize it’d be a really stupid thing to do.”
Shoot.
She took a deep breath in the cool air.
Remy was right. It would be stupid to get into the middle of a fight. The Wishing Well had seen its fair share of bar fights over the years. And Loki had been in a lot of them. He didn’t start them. But he never backed down from one.
And she knew that he wouldn’t be happy if she ever put herself in danger.
It was only because she felt so raw.
What if this time he had gone looking for a fight? Because of her? What if Ed arrested him? What if—?
“Stop thinking so much.” Remy cupped her face with his hands. “Everything is going to be all right.”
She hoped so.
Now her head was thumping, her heart was aching, and there was glitter guilt in her tummy.
“There’s glitter in my tummy,” she whispered, rubbing it.
“What? You ate glitter?”
“No! Of course not. I wouldn’t do that unless it was edible glitter. But sometimes guilt feels like glitter moving in my tummy. It doesn’t feel nice.”
He tucked her into his chest. “I know, baby. I know it doesn’t. Come on, let’s get you home. You’re freezing. Shit. We forgot your jacket.”
“Oh, I don’t have one.”
“Isabelle,” he said warningly. “What did I tell you about going out without a jacket and gloves?”
“Um, well, I didn’t have time to go home after work. We came straight here.”
“You didn’t take a jacket to work?” he grumbled.
Oh hell.
“And you wore that to work?” he asked, staring down at her.
She glanced down at her cute silver dress. It had tassels and sequins on the top part and then the bottom of the skirt was feathers. It was freaking adorable even if she did say so herself.
“Um, no. I got Loki to bring it to work when he picked me up.”
And she’d awkwardly gotten changed in the backseat while he’d driven them to the Wishing Well.
“You asked him to bring you this dress, but didn’t think about asking for a jacket?”
Well, heck.
“I feel like the more I talk, the worse I make things. So maybe I’ll just be quiet now.” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the keys.
Grumbling, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. He held her on his hip, which had her ducking her head in against his chest with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
“Hey, where’s your jacket?” she asked.
Yeah, she’d only lasted thirty seconds without talking. But the silent game was hard. Loki always won against her.
“Back in the bar. I’ll get it another day.” He opened the door and set her inside. “Got a blanket in the back.”