Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Leaving me with no other recourse but to get the damn cat from my friend.
But, it was a good thing I had, because I had a feeling had it looked like just any other kitten, I wouldn’t have gotten Sabrina to even move as much as she had.
Which, now that I was watching her, she was on her haunches, talking softly to the cat.
Yet still not picking the damn thing up.
“She’s not going to pick that cat up,” Easton surmised.
I realized now that I’d made a mistake.
I thought every single person in the world had this ingrained sense of affection for fluffy white kittens that made them unable to not pick them up.
Apparently, I’d met the one chick in the world that was able to refrain.
“Fuck,” I admitted, unable to say anything else.
The cat was now playing only a few inches from her.
She grimaced, stood, and started to walk away.
Which had me cursing up a storm under my breath, and hiding behind a tree, trying not to be seen, looking like a complete moron.
“Go pick that cat up and hand it to her,” I ordered Easton.
Easton rolled his eyes, but ultimately did what he was asked and jogged away. But only after he had the thought to take his Battle Crows MC cut off his back and hand it to me.
I watched as he bent down and snatched the cat up off the ground, holding it away from him like it was a worm rather than a kitten.
That caused me to grin because I hadn’t seen many things that bothered Easton. He was able to shoot someone indiscriminately. He was able to stitch up wounds—his own, at that. He was able to do any dirty work that was given to him.
Yet one little ol’ kitten bothered him?
Just wait until I told my brothers.
He hollered at Sabrina, who turned around and looked at him warily.
That’s when I realized what it would feel like for a woman to be alone in a park and have a man three times her size running up on her.
Luckily, the cat saved the day.
“You forgot your cat,” I heard Easton call when he was still quite a few paces away.
“Umm…” I watched Sabrina mouth the word. “That’s not my kitten.”
Easton tossed it at her anyway when he was close enough, and instinctively, Sabrina caught the cat and cuddled it to her chest.
There were a few short words, followed by a grimace on Sabrina’s part.
When she tried to offer the cat to Easton, he held his hands up and started to back away.
Before any more could be said, he turned his back on Sabrina, grinned big at where I was hiding behind the goddamn tree, and hustled away.
Before he even made it to me, Sabrina had turned around and started to walk toward where I knew her house was about a five-minute walk away.
Leaving me there to watch her go.
Only when she was far enough away that she couldn’t see me step out from behind the tree did I start walking in her direction.
“You are such a fuckin’ stalker,” Easton said as he fell into step beside me.
“Here,” I said carefully to Easton, handing him his cut.
He threw it around his shoulders and then stuffed his arms into it.
That’s when I saw a bandage that’d been hidden by his shirt.
Instead of asking him about it, however, I asked him about Sabrina instead. Because had he wanted me to know about that bandage, I would’ve already known.
“What did she say?” I wondered.
“She said that the cat wasn’t hers. I told her she’d have to take it anyway or it might die out here. The coyotes and all,” he answered. “Told her about that little Yorkie that was taken a week ago, and that other cat that was caught last night and all but ripped apart all over the park.”
I mean… he wasn’t lying.
The town had a coyote problem.
I gave him a droll look. “You didn’t make her cry, did you?”
He snorted. “I didn’t mean to. But eventually she didn’t put up much of a fight taking the cat. She said that when she was younger, she was attacked by a cat, and had to have rabies shots in her wounds. Which caused her to never pick up stray animals again.” He hesitated. “You didn’t get that in her background check, did you?”
I flipped him off. “Fuck you.”
Easton grinned, then shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re staying away from her.”
I sighed, not seeing a reason not to tell him.
“My sister had an encounter with a girl that looked a lot like Sabrina when she was held captive.” I winced. “And when she was on vacation and around Sabrina, Cannel didn’t do well. So as much as I’d like to hang out with Sabrina, build something, I can’t. Not when I just got my sister back.”