Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“No,” I agreed. “I’ll do it. Do you think he will see me?”
“Out of curiosity, if nothing else,” he said. “He knows you.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’ll go.”
“You have to set up an appointment. I’d do it as soon as possible. Shit can escalate at any point right now. If you can get any information out of Gav now while we can, I think it’s best for the case.”
“Right,” I agreed, hearing what he wasn’t saying. That he and his team weren’t finding much to help Everleigh. And if Gav had something—anything—then we owed it to her to find out what it might be. “I’ll call now and set up an appointment. I’ll call you on the way back.”
“Great. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
I did the call.
Set up the appointment.
And said nothing to Everleigh.
She was finally relaxing, not seeming to think much about her time in county, and the potential for a prison sentence in her future. I didn’t want to force her mind back there. Especially after she admitted how hard it is for her to shut her mind down.
I could do this.
Then hand over the information to Simon, who could then do something with it.
She couldn’t do anything about it.
So I felt it was better to just… let her be in the dark.
I never could have known at the time that this would be the dumbest fucking move I could possibly make.
That in trying to protect her, I’d done the exact opposite.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Everleigh
Lips pressed into the space where my neck met my shoulder, rousing me from a deep, dreamless sleep.
Detroit’s hand was resting on my bare belly, the feel and heat of him immediately making need build in my system.
We’d fallen into bed sometime after dinner and before the party started, both of us seeming to silently agree that we’d rather spend our time tangled in bedsheets than drinking and watching the guys make fools of themselves.
I mean, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend time with the guys. I was actually really starting to like them.
Especially the guys who were around all the time. Coach, with his endless knowledge of books and his wood projects he seemed to always be working on. Sway, with his lightness and ease of being.
Rook wasn’t around all the time, but I liked him when he was. He had seemingly endless computer know-how. And I, someone who still hadn’t figured out how to hook up my sound bar to my TV, kind of admired that. Also, you had to be charmed by his love for his mother who he still hadn’t been allowed to see.
There was Colter, new, yes, but really interesting. My heart went out to him. Losing his wife, best friend, and his dog almost all at once. Like an old-school country song or something. It was nice to see him finding some joy, even if it was in superficial things like food and casual sex.
Riff was a little harder to get to know. He was more standoffish than Raff. Definitely the more serious of the brothers, I as sure it would take some serious time with him to actually get to know him. But I imagined there was a lot going on with him. That whole ‘still waters run deep’ saying and all that.
Raff, though, I was kind of sad he traveled most of the time, because he was a trip. Funny, over the top, quick-witted. He gave me a tour of his tattoos. Which included a slice of pepperoni pizza on his ankle and a really, really bad Marvin the Martian stick figure.
I liked them all.
The women too, though they weren’t around as much. The ones who were moms spent more time at their actual homes. Which made sense, of course. All their stuff was there. The things they needed to occupy and take care of their kids.
As a person of creature comforts, I understood completely.
So it was mostly Murphy who was around.
She was the exact kind of woman I thought belonged with one of the bikers. Strong, badass, sure of herself, with skills that I could only ever dream of possessing.
But that also meant we kind of had… nothing in common. So we did interact, of course, but there wasn’t a lot of common ground to form bonds with.
I liked all of them individually and as a group.
But I would just much rather spend time alone with Detroit.
I decided it was pointless to try to fight the growing feelings. I knew me. There was no stopping them. Once I started falling, there was no stopping it. So I was just going to cling to him and enjoy it while I could.
Then, well, deal with the consequences later when it ended.
We explored for what felt like hours, learning each curve and indent of each other’s bodies. He found my hotspots and I found the area behind his knee where he was so ticklish that he nearly kneed me in the face when my fingers drifted over it.