Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“So you’ve said.” I take her hand and lead her towards my room.
Chapter 7
“You’re home,” I whisper, blinking up at Wes. His face goes soft as he gets down on his haunches beside the couch and runs his hand over my head. I look around, seeing his friends are gone, but Kayan is still asleep next to me on the couch.
“You got a TV,” he remarks, and I smile then look around him at my new TV before meeting his eyes again.
“The first thing your friends said when they walked into my house was, ‘Where’s your TV?’” I say, making my voice deeper. “So I asked them to take me to Target to buy one, but they refused, saying something about women and shopping…blaw blaw blaw. So they took us to BestBuy.” I smile and sit up. “Which is funny, ’cause we were at BestBuy for two hours looking at TVs. Did you know they have ‘smart’ TVs?” I question, tilting my head to the side and studying him. When he shakes his head, I continue, “They do, but I refused to buy one when I already own a computer. Why would I need a TV that is a computer?” I take a deep breath and he chuckles, running his fingers down my cheek.
“Were you able to find out anything?” I ask after a moment, and he shakes his head again.
I bite the inside of my cheek and look at my friend. I hate that I had gotten her hurt. “What now?” I ask as he sits on the couch next to me.
“I talked to Jax. Between his boys and mine, we’ll be able to figure this out.” He pulls me closer to him with a hand behind my neck which I notice that he does a lot. “I’m going to stay here with you and your friend until we can get some security in at her place and yours.”
“Ugh, what—?” I whisper.
“That’s not happening. Whoever did this isn’t going to scare me out of my own home. I love you, but I’m not staying here,” Kayan says, cutting in and sitting up from where she had fallen asleep.
“It’s not safe for you to be there alone,” I tell her gently, and she stands up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“They are not scaring me out of my house,” she repeats.
“You’re not staying alone,” Z growls, coming into the house.
“You’re not my dad,” she replies, and my mouth drops open in surprise.
“You’re not staying alone, Kitten,” Z says, leaning forward and getting into her space.
“Fine, I’ll call Eric.” She shrugs.
“Think again,” Z tells her, and I have no idea what’s going on, but I would swear I’m missing something.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she shouts.
“Bet your sweet ass I can!” he shouts back, causing Capone to start barking at them.
“I’m going home,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration when he continues to glare at her.
“Okay, then I’m staying with you,” Z says, sweeping his hand toward the door.
“What?” She stops, her body freezing, and I swear you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m staying with you,” he repeats.
“Uhh…” She looks at me like she just realized what she was doing and I smile.
“Maybe I’ll just stay here,” she whispers.
“Nope, walk your sweet ass to your car. I’ll follow you home.”
“Um…” She glances at me and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I have never seen her act like she did moments ago. Never.
“Fine,” she glares at Z then looks at me, “I’m quitting tomorrow.”
“You were already fired,” I remind her. I’m still upset about that damn cat suit.
“I hate you.” She tells me as she stomps toward the door, past Z, who watches her ass as she leaves.
“Please be nice to her,” I plea, and he gets this strange look on his face, lifts his chin, and then leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“That was so weird,” I say, looking from the door to Wes, who’s smiling.
“She’ll be fine.” He runs his thumb over the skin under my eye. “Are you tired?”
“Very,” I affirm through a yawn. It’s been a very long weekend, and not a relaxing one. My life has never been this exciting.
“Go on to bed and I’ll make sure everything’s locked up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, pulling me off the couch, kissing my forehead, and pushing me towards the hall. I stop in my guestroom and put an extra pillow and blanket out before heading to my room, stripping off my clothes, slipping on a tank top, and getting into bed I expect it to take awhile to find sleep but the moment my eyes close I’m out.
“I put an extra pillow and blanket on the guest bed for you,” I mumble half asleep as Wes drags me across the bed and wraps his body around mine.