Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The trip down the stairs was just as painful going down as it was going up, and I was panting with the effort it took to hold my arm still once I reached the bottom of the stairs.
The apartment I lived in was actually a neighboring apartment to the one that Travis lived in when I first moved here.
It was at the top of the garage that housed all the vehicles that Hail Auto Recovery used for their business. Although not at the same time. Mostly, this garage was used for storage of the extra vehicles, as well as doing any maintenance on the wreckers that needed to be done—scheduled or unscheduled. They had ten wreckers that they used on a regular basis, and at any given time, a few were in the shop for some reason or another.
Mostly, though, the men—and one woman—who drove the wreckers kept them with them due to the afterhours callouts that came in. There was a central office in the garage as well that two dispatchers manned. One was seven to three, and the other was three to eleven. During the day, Travis, Dante, or I helped man the phones.
Dante and Travis no longer drove the wreckers, having graduated from doing that once they reached their five truck mark.
Descending the steps, I had my head down, one hand in my purse searching for my keys, and the other on the railing as I moved quickly.
I’d just hit the bottom step when I hit something solid causing my head to jerk back and my eyes to widen.
“Shit!” I hissed, nearly falling backwards.
The strong hand that caught me before I fell, though, was startling to say the least.
The angry black eyes belonging to Wolf were nothing less than breathtaking.
“You scared the hell out of me,” I gasped, my hand going over my heart as if I could control the beating by doing so.
Wolf glared. “What are you doing outside all by yourself?”
“Groceries,” I replied shortly, my teeth worrying my lip.
“Groceries,” he repeated, sounding incredulous.
I nodded.
“You’re lucky it was me and not someone else. Fancy a few bullet holes in your body?” Wolf asked almost casually.
I let go of my lip with my teeth and glared at him.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re supposed to be with someone if you absolutely have to leave. Didn’t you pick up on this sometime earlier this afternoon? You know, when someone was shooting at us?” Wolf growled.
“Nobody told me I needed to fucking hide! Nor did I ever hear that I needed an escort if I left my house!” I yelled, waving my arms wildly.
Wolf’s emotions were volatile, and I was not only surprised at the rage he felt at me leaving my apartment unattended, but I was also flabbergasted that he cared that much.
I was just a nobody. I was seriously only a girl that he saved, not because I’d been the one he’d come for, but because I’d been the one there when the one he did come for was rescued.
I was a mess and a half, and people like me didn’t get worried about by people like Wolf.
“I figured the fucking bullets being shot at us earlier, as well as the fact that Travis escorted you home, were enough to make that logical leap,” Wolf replied sarcastically.
I gritted my teeth, and only just refrained from fisting my hand.
“Just for your information, Travis always takes me home. How was I supposed to know that I should be watching what I was doing?” I asked him. “And I thought the bullets were because of you! Not me! If I’d known that they were meant for me as well, I sure as fuck wouldn’t be walking around after dark.”
Wolf’s eyes went down to my dog, and then back up to me.
“Nice dog,” he said.
I looked down at Marky Mark, then back up to his black eyes.
“He’s a good boy,” I agreed. “Now, what are you doing here?”
“Taking you to get groceries, I guess,” Wolf muttered darkly.
I gave him an ugly look, causing his mouth to twitch in response.
“What are you doing here, really?” I asked.
“Meeting with Travis.” He didn’t expound on his answer, and I had to grit my teeth in order to control the urge to shout at him.
That, or knee him in the nuts.
Not that I would ever, ever do that. The thought might cross my mind occasionally, but I would have to wager a bet that the moment my knee made contact it wouldn’t take him down.
Yes, it’d hurt him.
Would it stop him, though?
Hell to the no.
He’d probably get super powers by me doing that to him. Superpowers that made it possible to wring my neck with only a glance.
“Thanks for offering that titillating information,” I growled.
Wolf’s mask slipped, and I saw him smile for the fourth time in all the months that I’d known him.