Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Is there something else?” I know there is before she even gets to it.
“Yeah.” I can hear the strain in her voice. I step up a little straighter. “Michael managed to get out of custody.”
“What?” I whisper. He was supposed to be in prison for another ten years. Do people really break out of prison? Was that a real thing? Wouldn't it be all over the news or something?
“I’m still finding out all the details.” The anger starts to bleed through her words. “They should have alerted us two days ago when it happened.”
“He’s been free for two days?” This was not good. He could be anywhere by now. Michael wasn’t some random stalker. He came from a wealthy family which gave him the means to do a lot more than a normal person could. He has a family that would hide him too. No matter how much was thrown at the Romano family, they still stood by their son. I wasn't his first victim, but I was alive and the others can’t be proved. A chill runs down my spine already thinking that he was responsible for the attack on Brandon tonight. That he’s come to finish what he started.
“What’s wrong?” Jameson asks as he comes back into the kitchen. Seeing him makes me feel better already. I look up at him knowing he’ll keep me safe. He’s next to me in a second. “Beautiful, what’s wrong?” He takes the phone from my hand. “What is it?” he asks PJ. He listens to her for a few long seconds before his face goes hard. His eyes never leave my face.
“I’ll keep her safe. I can promise you no one will take her from me.” My whole body lights up at his words. His tone is possessive. Should his words scare me? Should the deadly tone they hold frighten me? Maybe, but no part of me is scared. If anything I’m excited. My body is on edge. The fear that the thought of Michael has brought back into my life fades away. I believe Jameson when he says he’ll keep me safe.
He hands the phone back to me. His other hand reaches out, cupping my cheek in a soft hold. His thumb drifts back and forth as he bends down and kisses the top of my head. Without words he makes a promise that nothing will ever hurt me.
“Hello?” PJ half shouts through the phone.
“I’ll make you something to eat,” he says against my other ear before kissing me below it and walking over to the refrigerator. I am in trouble when it comes to him.
This man is going to make me fall in love with him.
7
Jameson
She looks good in my kitchen. Hell, I’m sure she looks good anywhere. She doesn't only look good; she looks like she belongs here. She talks to PJ for a few minutes, kicking her shoes off, her bare feet swinging back and forth. She looks relaxed here in my space.
When I walked back into the kitchen I could see the fear in her eyes. My whole body went cold. It only got worse when PJ told me all about Michael Romano. He is a dead man walking as far as I am concerned.
I don't want him anywhere near Bunny, but he will be fair game if he shows up out here on my land. No one would ever find him again. She’ll never have that scared look on her face again. The only thing that has calmed me down is that she’s relaxed some. Her eyes lit up with trust when I told her no one would take her from me. I shouldn’t have said it that way. It could have scared her more, but relief filled those warm brown eyes. In return, it caused me to relax.
“Did your mom teach you how to cook?”
I flip the grilled cheese with bacon, making sure not to burn it. “Yeah, she said if I ever wanted a woman that I better learn to cook.” I wink at Bunny, trying to do anything to make her more at ease. It is what my mom always said. It wasn't why I learned to cook, though. I needed to know how to cook for myself and no one better to learn from than my mom. That woman can cook like no other.
I also did it because Mom enjoys being in the kitchen. I had no plans to settle down. I enjoy being out here. I know most don’t feel the same being out in the middle of nowhere, so I never gave any thought to finding someone to make a life with out here. Now everything has changed. Now, I’m thinking she might be right.
“She might be on to something. I can barely make toast.” She shakes her head at herself. “I can’t even butter the bread right. I end up ripping the toast.”