Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Of course there would be.
“I swear you guys just enjoy making rules. Why don’t you live a little? Break a few rules. Maybe put the jelly on your toast before you put the butter. You know . . . go crazy!”
“You’ve got enough crazy for the both of us, girl,” Hayes said with a grunt. “I’ll go in first and scout out the exits.”
“No can do, buckaroo.”
Jeez. Now she was rhyming? And what the heck was a buckaroo anyway?
“What?” Hayes asked.
“You can’t get into this pub unless you have a special pass. I’ve got a pass. The two of you don’t.”
“Then how will we get in?” Corbin asked. “You’re not going without us.”
“You can come in with me, but not on your own.”
“I don’t like this,” Hayes said.
Pfft. Like that was a big surprise. Was there anything much he did like?
“A lot could go wrong,” Corbin agreed.
She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.
“What level is foot tapping with your arms crossed?” Corbin asked, sounding amused.
“Four point five. Quickly heading to five,” she replied.
“What are the two of you talking about?” Hayes said.
“My waning patience. I need to go out. I usually go to Callahan’s at least twice a month. No one there is going to harm me. Only select people are even allowed in the pub. So, let’s go!” She clapped her hands together.
“Seems to think she’s in charge.” Hayes shot Corbin a look.
But Corbin was looking straight at her with hooded eyes, a sexy, stern look on his face that was making her a little crazy inside.
She managed not to shuffle around awkwardly.
Just.
“Yes, she does,” Corbin agreed. “But we know differently.”
Dear Lord.
“I don’t like the sound of this either,” Corbin said. “There are too many unknowns.”
She groaned and looked up to the sky for patience. “I keep telling you there is no stalker. Even if someone is sending those messages, they’re probably harmless. All talk, no action. Believe me, most people who spouted abuse online would never say that to someone’s face.” She could hear the bitterness in her voice. Not that she wanted people to get in her face and say awful things.
It was just that she wished they’d be a bit more careful with their words online.
Words could still hurt. A lot.
“Just because you think the threat isn’t real doesn’t mean you should ignore it,” Corbin told her. Standing, he walked over to her. “And we certainly won’t.”
She stared up at him, her pulse pounding. Why did he have to smell so good? And look so sexy.
Slowly, she licked her lips and reveled in the way his eyes lit up. “But I’ve got these amazing, wonderful bodyguards who will keep me safe. So why should I worry?”
“Trying to use flattery to get your way?” Corbin asked, looking slightly amused.
“Won’t work,” Hayes said.
“Please,” she begged, staring up at Corbin with her lower lip out.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever pouted in her life. But she really needed this.
And she was prepared to use whatever tools she had on hand.
Corbin sighed, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. “Put that lip away before it gets you into more trouble than you’re ready to handle.”
“What sort of trouble are you talking about? And for your information, I can handle a lot,” she replied.
“You can’t handle this,” he warned.
She was tempted to push him. Bebe wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
But Hayes cleared his throat, reminding them that he was there.
Oops.
It was all too easy to get caught up in Corbin’s magnetism. But she had to remember that getting involved with him was a really dumb idea.
Corbin stepped back and half-turned to Hayes. “We could make it happen.”
Hayes stared from one to the other. “You give in, and she’s gonna think that pout will always get her what she wants.”
Bebe could feel herself growing red. Why did he sound like he was talking about more than the job?
Corbin just shook his head. “I won’t allow that. But we can make this trip safe for her. Provided she follows the rules.” Corbin shot her a look. “Which she will.”
She gave him a bright smile. “Of course I will.”
Following the rules was totally her jam.
So was lying, apparently.
Hmm.
She would? He wasn’t so sure. Bebe could be a bit of a wildcard.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her what would happen if she did disobey the rules.
But that wasn’t his right, was it?
Hayes sighed and stood. “Fine. But we’re going for two hours, max.”
“Of course,” she said, bouncing up onto her toes.
Oh, that was adorable.
“I know you probably need your beauty sleep. Does your head turn into a pumpkin if you stay out after midnight?”
Dear Lord.
Why did she keep pushing Hayes?
Hayes scowled at her . . . but was that . . . it was, wasn’t it? He was trying not to smile.