Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
He came and went like a damn ghost. It was confusing. To be honest, it felt like he was everywhere.
All the time.
The man was slippery as an eel! I’d be sure I saw him, catch a glimpse at a coffee shop, or getting out of my car on my way to class or something, and POOF.
Just like that, he’d be gone.
Every damn time I tried to follow him, I failed. The man was a freaking ninja. I knew he was there, though. I’d started calling him ‘the stalker’ in my mind. The only time I could regularly catch him in the act was on his bike. His big, black motorcycle from hell was kinda hard to hide.
That bike was sexy as hell. Even I had to admit that. Almost as sexy as him.
I pouted as I checked myself out in the mirror. I put on sexy pale lavender lingerie just in case my clothes ‘slipped’ a little bit. I did not plan on sleeping with him tonight. True, he’d waited a long time already, but he’d made me wait too! I was still put out by that, even now that I knew he had a good reason.
A very scary, very murdery reason who was still at large . . .
I tilted my head to the side, thinking.
Is it worth risking attracting the attention of a murderer to be with Cain?
I imagined his thick shoulders, icy blue eyes, and chiseled jaw. I let my mind wander, remembering the hard feel of his body against mine that afternoon and how excited I was whenever I caught sight of him in my rearview mirror. It was a very easy decision to make.
Yep! Totally worth it.
I picked out a pretty summer dress and slipped it on. It was royal blue with black and white flowers all over it. Very French-looking, according to the girl in the shop at the mall. I giggled, realizing Cain would care less about the style factor. He would appreciate the way the neckline accentuated my boobs though.
I had to force myself to stop smirking long enough to dab some pink lipstick on my lips. A little blush on my cheeks, hair combed out, and voila! I was ready.
A pair of black kitten heels completed the outfit. I hoped to hell he wasn’t taking me on a picnic or some such. I glanced at my phone. I had to hurry. Cain had specified an exact time and place, as well as a very specific route I should take. He’d even told me what speed to drive.
I rolled my eyes at that. I had a very specific relationship with Siri. Siri was my GIRL when it came to directions.
Even if we disagreed sometimes.
Okay, even if I legit cussed her out now and then.
No man was going to tell me which way to drive! If I wouldn’t let the all-knowing Siri do it, no way I was going to let a guy boss me around! I would go whichever way the mood took me, I decided with a firm nod.
I took a last look in the mirror and shouted ‘bye’ to Mom. She was reading and had only murmured, “You look nice,” when I told her I was going out. She didn’t worry about me. Probably because she and I both knew that Con had put tracking on my phone and my car. He’d done the same with all of us. Cass had nearly had a fit when she found out she was Lojacked! He even put a tracker in her purse and sewed one into her jacket. I was pretty sure he planned to put them into her panties before she put her foot down.
I snorted, shaking my head. My big brother was a righteous pain in the ass. But it was sweet at the same time too. He was so whipped on my gorgeous sister-in-law it was laughable. Big, strong, and totally helpless in the face of his woman.
I wondered if Cain could ever be like that with me . . . if this ever went beyond a few dates, anyway. He didn’t show a lot of emotions, so I doubted it. I knew I’d be extremely lucky if I ever got a guy who loved me half as much as Con loved Cassandra.
I got into my car and Googled the location. Siri piped up, telling me to take a left turn. I was too busy staring at my phone in shock. The man had big brass balls, I had to give him that.
Our ‘date’ was at a very fancy-sounding spot, two towns over.
Not a restaurant, like a normal date. A hotel. Cain had picked a very classy hotel.
A hotel! On our first date!
Or at least, it was our first date in years. Still, it was brazen as hell to think he was going to score. He had another thing coming! And I was going to tell him, just as soon as I saw the big jerk!