Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Radar went from calm and collected, to alert and stiff.
He sat, and for the life of me, I couldn’t get him to move. Even worse, he was sitting right in front of Sandra. One I really, really didn’t want to talk to right then.
Sandra sneered at me, and then down at Radar. When she tried to get around us, Radar would snarl, halting her in her tracks.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Move out of my way.” Sandra snapped.
I started pulling on Radar’s leash, but he was an immovable mountain.
With no other options available, I resorted to the one thing that could make Radar do anything.
Pulling my phone out, I called Trance.
“Spurlock.” He answered.
I couldn’t hear him very well, but I started to explain anyway, in a vain attempt to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Get him away from me, Sheffield!” Sandra shrieked.
“I’m trying. He won’t move!” I bellowed.
I could hear shuffling on Trance’s end, as well as him asking me urgently what was going on.
“Listen to me,” I snapped. It might have been at Trance, or it might have been at Sandra. I didn’t really know, but it was good that they both listened. “I can’t get Radar to move.”
“Is he sitting down, standing, or laying down?” Trance asked in alarm.
Looking down at Radar, I explained. “He’s sitting down. His tail isn’t wagging, and anytime Sandra tries to move, he growls.”
“Where are you?” He cursed.
“The bathrooms...” I said just as my voice trailed off when I realized which bathroom she’d come out of. It was the men’s bathroom. “The men’s bathroom.”
What it looked like to me was that there was the men’s bathroom on one side of the concession stand, and the women’s on the other. I’d gone to the closest side to the bleachers since that was usually how bathrooms were set up.
So that had me thinking, why exactly was she coming out of the men’s bathroom?
But then, none other than my ex-boyfriend, Paul, came waltzing out only seconds after that thought, and I had a near panic attack.
What the fuck?
Not that I care that they’re together, but how fucking weird is it that the woman that hates me with a passion and the man that I used to date are both coming out of the bathroom looking extremely...disheveled. And why the hell won’t Radar fucking move?
I stared blankly ahead, with the phone down at my side. Maybe if I played like I couldn’t see them, and couldn’t figure out why Radar wouldn’t move, they wouldn’t start anything.
There were a ton of people around. Surely, they wouldn’t try anything.
Right?
Wrong.
The slimy bastard that was my ex walked straight up to me and placed his hand on my face. The same hand that smelled of things that I swear to God I didn’t, nor ever wanted to again, smell.
“I’ve missed you, sweetie.” He said softly.
My insides were roiling in panic. This was the same sick fuck who was masturbating to the smell of my panties. Who’d broken into my house and scared the ever-loving shit out of me.
Sandra’s eyes were murderous, and if looks could kill, I would be bleeding from orifices right about now.
“Get your filthy motherfucking hands off of her...now.”
Deadly.
If his voice could resemble an object, I would’ve compared it to a serrated knife.
Jagged and deadly.
His tone booked no room for argument, but the dog that was currently between us didn’t wait for him to comply. He just struck.
With a deadly attack, Radar launched himself at the man threatening me.
The hand that had refused to leave my face was suddenly just...gone. Radar had taken Paul by the leg, and maneuvered him to the floor with a motion so swift that it was hard for me to track it with my eyes.
One second Paul was standing, and the next Radar had Paul by the throat.
“Heel!” Trance roared.
Radar instantly stopped. One second he was at Paul’s throat, and the next he was at my feet, crowding me with his big body.
We’d attracted a crowd with Sandra’s screaming, as well as Paul’s whining.
“I’m going to sue you, mother fucker. You’ll be lucky if that dog still lives in the morning!” Paul snarled.
“Yeah? Well he would’ve never attacked you if he hadn’t felt provoked. I also have a strong suspicion one of you has some narcotics on you. Kosher, search.”
My mind was reeling as the crowd started to gather even closer. Some people had cell phone cameras out; others were on their phones, talking to people. We’d even attracted the notice of the cheerleaders.
Kosher searched Paul, his prone body still lying on the floor clutching his wounded leg to his chest. After circling him twice, he went to the screeching Sandra who was now being cuffed by another officer that had arrived on scene.
As soon as he got within two feet of her, he sat.
Which must have been the sign that he’d found something. In fact, it’s exactly what Radar had done only moments before the altercation.
Trance gave Kosher a good rub down and played tug of war with the dog, making Radar whine pitifully at my feet.
In response, I got down on my knees and hugged Radar tight, burying my face into the fur of his neck and speaking to him about nothing consequential.
Then I snuck him a Power Punch, which he promptly licked the sugar off before dropping it back on the exposed skin of my thigh.
“Thanks,” I said dryly to the dog.
He responded with a tail thump, and we watched as EMTs got Paul up onto a backboard, and hauled him away, with Sandra being escorted on their heels by the other police officer.
Trance squatted down so he was eye to eye with me before making sure I was okay. “What happened, cupcake? Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, he only touched me with his hands.” I shivered.
His nose wrinkled in distaste as he stood. “Well,” he said holding out his hand for me to stand. “I think it’s time we get out of here. Game’s over. Now I have to go write a few police reports.”