Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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Keep reading for a FIRST LOOK at the next and FINAL “SEASON” of this trilogy which will be titled Hunted: Season Three (A Dark MMF Romance #3) when completed…
Hunted: Season 3
Episode 1
(Bunny)
I love the pens The Kid buys.
I don’t know how, but he always manages to grab the perfect pack.
Like I don’t think he’s ever bought a dull set.
And the thing I love even more than him magically buying the best group on any shelf?
The fact that he always, always keeps a couple in his car for me.
Which says a shit ton considering how meticulously clean and put together he keeps this shit.
One is kept in the glove compartment, and one is kept in the cup holder of the passenger side.
And that matters.
That matters because only certain shit can be on the driver’s side of the vehicle.
I say driver’s side when I really just mean his side because he doesn’t let anyone else drive Miss X here if he can help it.
Yeah…
Not only does his precious car have a name, she – because all cars are she, meant to be pampered and spoiled – is named after the article that more or less inspired the first film in his favorite franchise.
Gahhhh, I cannot wait for him to open that Christmas gift.
Or at the very least stop guessing what it is.
He’s totally been a “kid” since he saw me put it under our red and white decorated tree.
In one column, I think it’s just him being adorable.
Excited.
Nosey.
Impatient.
In the other?
I think he’s continuously playing the “what is it game” to distract him from the Nightmare Before Christmas horror show we witnessed a few days ago right here near the population sign.
I’d honestly love the Christmas miracle of not having to deal with Brad again until after the holidays.
However, this isn’t a made for streaming movie.
I highly doubt we’ll get that lucky.
Glancing up and out of the windshield is accompanied by me leaning slightly over to see what progress – if any – has been made.
I mean, come on.
He’s at least woken up by now, right?
Although, if he had, why hasn’t Mutt peered around this way and waved.
Or kicked his chin.
Or grabbed his crotch to remind me where it is he’d like me to always be sitting.
Curiosity prompts me to stretch further to get a view of them yet reveals to me the opposite.
No Kid.
No Mutt.
Just the cans.
Wait.
Just the cans?
Unexpected dread instantly drops into the pit of my stomach at the same time all of the air in my lungs vanishes.
Shit.
Was this whole thing a setup?
Did we just drive straight into some sort of trap?!
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