Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I’m not as afraid as I thought I would be at the prospect of being in love, and I think that has a lot to do with Garrett. He makes it easy to love him and be loved by him.
So, because I know Denny, when he came out of nowhere and got in my face screaming about how I had ruined his life, I wasn’t too surprised. I kept walking as if he wasn’t even there, which set him off even more for some reason.
When someone asked if I was okay, and I said that I was, I’d just stubbed my toe on dried shit but would be okay in a minute; both he and Denny looked at me like I was crazy.
I kept walking while he ranted and raved about how I had made him look stupid, how I had been fucking Garrett all this time, how Lacey meant nothing to him, how she was the one that came onto him.
Then he moved on to how he was going to be on the hook for a child with her because of me. Because I was cold and unfeeling, I had driven him into the arms of someone like her.
His family was threatening to disown him blah-blah-blah. The whole time he was yelling, I kept walking at my usual pace, which seemed to irritate him for some reason. It’s when he reached out to touch me that, before I could take his ass down, someone else did it for me.
I didn’t even see her move until she was standing between me and him while he was on the floor. “Are you okay, Mrs. Jacobi?” That’s how I learned that she was one of Garrett’s people.
“Yes, I am, thanks, and you are?”
She didn’t answer; she just turned and walked away. I stepped over Denny, who seemed unable to move because of whatever the hell she had done to him. He wasn’t holding his balls. She didn’t go there, but he was acting as if he couldn’t move, and the way he was catching his breath, I’m thinking he was in distress. Not my business.
I pulled out my phone as soon as I was in the building with the door closed behind me. “You have people spying on me; remove them.”
“No. Now, I’m in the middle of a meeting; go to work, and we’ll talk about what the fuck your ex was doing at your place of business when you get home.”
He hung up the phone and I stood there for a few seconds in shock. “How is this my fault?” Why is he acting like I invited that asshole here? The bastard was still causing trouble for me.
I punched in another contact on my phone with an order. “Do it!” It was only after I hung up that I wondered how the hell Garrett had heard so soon. It was only about a minute between Denny’s takedown and the phone call.
DENNY
“What the fuck?” I almost ran off the road when something small and furry moved around beneath my feet on the floorboards. My scream seemed to have alarmed whatever it was, and the next thing I knew, there was a sharp pain in my leg.
I slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car with what I now realized was a raccoon attached to my leg. I shook it off, but it just kept coming back until I looked like an idiot running around on the side of the road, trying to get away from that thing.
People were yelling out of their car windows and honking their horns which only seemed to make the thing more agitated. I found a broken limb about ten feet from my car where the raccoon had chased me, and I was finally able to get it away from me.
I hobbled back to my car and was scared to get in lest there was something else inside. I finally found the courage to get in and close the door when I saw the raccoon heading back my way at a quick pace.
I sat there for a few minutes to get my bearings and try to calm down. How the hell did that thing get into my car? Did I leave the door open when I went to confront Alyssa?
I don’t recall doing that. Or was it when I stopped at the gas station to get a bottle of water inside? I don’t remember leaving my car door open either time, and it was too hot to drive with my windows open, so it couldn’t have gotten in that way.
I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to go to the hospital right away or give it a few days. The bite hurt like a son of a bitch, but I was more distracted by seeing Alyssa. Had she always had that air of aloofness about her?