Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Someone sure did a number on you, man.” Shallow cuts, deep cuts, burns, and more bruising than she cared to think about. She worked swiftly to be able to get him under the blankets.
More thoughts of his cock filled her as she moved it aside to clean the gash on his inner thigh. Thoughts she brushed away.
He groaned as she lay him on his back. “I know it hurts and I’m sorry. Either side will hurt, not much I can do about that. You’ll be warm in just a bit.”
He lay on her electric blanket and below three other heavy blankets. Scrambling to the front, she started the ignition then returned to adjust the heat to the lowest setting on the blanket. Unsure of how long he’d been submerged in the water, she didn’t want it totally hot, that would be hella painful when feeling returned. Better to do low and allow the warmth work its way up.
“Heat from both sides.”
She covered him again and watched as the two bitches lay on either side of him before her youngest dog curved his body around the man’s feet.
She stuffed the cleaning supplies in the trash and reached for her bag. After drawing out a dry sweatshirt, she hesitated a second before she scoffed at herself.
“Just got done touching his naked body, the man’s unconscious, and I’m hesitant about stripping in front of him.” She removed the sodden item and draped it over the crate against the side. Then pulled on the dry one. Then she shucked the snow pants, leaving her in dry jeans.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her it was time for some food. “I know, I know.”
She glanced at the bed and smiled, he wasn’t visible with the dogs around him. “No heat like dog heat. Come on, boy.”
She went back to the driver’s seat and slid over the fabric. Her full size van may not have been new but it was all hers and ran superbly. Argo hopped into the passenger seat, turned two circles, and lay down on the bed she’d created for him there. Rubbing his head, she hit the windshield wipers.
“You’re taken care of, now it’s my turn.” He grunted. “Almost home, boy. Just a few more hours.”
He yawned and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, I’d love to be driven around as well.” She headed up close to the building, parked, and used the facilities, dropping off the trash as well. Bladder happier, she went back to the van.
Buckling her belt, she adjusted the defrost, hit her lights, and frowned as an SUV drove slowly through the lot. She flicked a brief glance in the rearview to the now darkened interior.
Were they after him? I really need to stop watching so many suspense movies. Or reading suspense books.
She backed out, jazz playing on the radio. The vehicle idled before her, the beams from her van splashing over their dark sports utility vehicle. Two men dressed in black left it and approached. She debated just driving away but if it was news about the interstate being closed, she needed to hear it.
Argo opened his eyes and she stilled him and the others with one word.
One man gestured for her to lower the window. She did about an inch.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes ma’am.” The man had a hawk like nose, thick brows, and cold blue eyes. “We’re looking for an escaped fugitive.”
“Good luck.” Fugitive?
“Have you seen anyone?”
She looked to the man who made his way around to the passenger side before glancing back to the one by her window. “Not other than you. But I’m not out looking for people, either.”
“This man is sneaky. Perhaps he snuck into your van?”
“Not a chance,” she stated with the utmost confidence.
“Are you sure.”
She hid her sneer. “Argo, sitze.”
He snapped to a sitting position, supremely alert. “Positive. I have more than one of them inside. So if you’ll excuse me, I still have a long drive and you two never even showed me your credentials.”
She raised the window and put her van in gear, pushing through the accumulated snow until they were once again on the deserted interstate. As she drove, her mind drifted away from the two men and focused on the conditions before her.
At least the roads are manageable. For now.
She drove until she reached a travel plaza and pulled in. Leena topped off her dual tanks then relocated to the building where she headed inside.
“Morning,” the sleepy clerk said.
“Pretty quiet I see.”
“Totally.” He nodded, swiping some hair away from his face with his black tipped nails.
“How fresh are the tenderloins?” she asked.
“Two hours.”
“I’ll take twelve.”
He lifted his pierced eyebrow but got to work packaging them. She found some soup and heated it up. Then she headed for the counter, noticing that same damn SUV had pulled in, parking two spots away from her van.