Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“I like the sound of forever with you.” A glimmer of light slashes through the darkness hanging over us.
I toss the covers off my legs and sigh, staring up at the ceiling, my stomach whining and gurgling. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Callan’s gentle snores are the only sound in the room.
I’ve been in and out of sleep since he brought me back here earlier. He came and went throughout the day, and finally settled in for sleep an hour ago. Sitting up, I look over at the clock.
3:00 a.m.
Getting to my feet, I hobble to the door, looking over my shoulder at Callan sleeping soundly in bed. Hopefully, everyone else has gone to bed too so I can get a snack and drink and bring it back here.
I walk out slowly, using the corridor wall for support. The soles of my feet have returned to their usual size now that the swelling has ebbed, but it feels like I’m walking on sharp little stones every time I put pressure on them. I startle when a figure comes into view.
“Georgina?” I whisper-yell. Her dark hair swishes past her shoulders, her face paling when she sees me. “What are you doing sneaking around? Isn’t that Jericho’s room?” I ask, shock hitching my voice.
Her eyes narrow to thin blue slits. “Me sneaking around? What do you call this?” She waves a hand at me.
“I need a drink.”
“Maybe I did too.”
“So, where is it?”
“I drank it.” Why isn’t she telling me to mind my own business or go off and die?
Shifting from inside the room thrums through the door. It opens, and Jericho smiles at Georgina like she’s made of gold.
No way.
Georgina jerks her head toward me, and Jericho turns his gaze on me, pursing his lips. “What the fuck are you doing at my door?” Dropping his gaze down the length of my body, he sneers, “Trying to win me over with your pussy?”
“I’d rather be celibate than ever fuck you,” I shoot back, queasiness bubbling in my stomach.
“He wouldn’t want to fuck you anyway,” Georgina bites.
“Why, because he’s fucking you?” I should have put it together sooner when Jericho said the woman he was seeing preferred to meet at the motel. When Callan told Georgina to take time away from the club, that’s where she went.
“Are you going to run and tell Callan?” Her hands ball into fists.
“I’m not the one with loose lips around here.”
“What does that mean?” Jericho bounces his attention between the two of us. I look him up and down and snort. Shaking my head, an unamused giggle trickles past my lips. “Wow, I suppose a dog will always find a bone to chew on somewhere.”
“Are you going to tell Callan?” she repeats as she grabs my wrist and twists, causing the wound to burn.
“What the fuck do you care if she tells Callan?” Jericho narrows his eyes, lines crinkling around the corners.
I step into her, digging my nails into her hand. A shocked gasp whisps past her lips, and she releases my wrist. “Didn’t she tell you she’s hung up on your son?”
“Hung up on getting rid of you,” she sneers.
“Yeah, how’s that working out for you?”
“You’re like a cockroach.” Georgina glowers.
Turning to Jericho, she attempts to step over the threshold but is shoved back, the door slamming in her face.
A bark of laughter spurts from my lips. Her mouth hangs agape.
“I hope you still have your room available at the motel.” I raise my brows and pinch my lips in amusement, moving past her down the hall to the kitchen. A groan bubbles in my throat when she follows me.
“I was his first love, you know.” I turn to face her once we’re inside, moving around the stainless-steel kitchen island to keep a few feet between us.
“And I’ll be his last. This is unhealthy. You see that, right?” Grabbing an apple from a fruit bowl, I add, “It was pathetic weeks ago. Now, it’s just sad. You need to accept that you lost.”
Her phone makes a little tune, and she smiles down at the text message. The hum of the industrial-sized fridge freezer sounds like Keg purring next to my ear.
“Oh, hey, I thought I heard voices,” Tim says, rubbing his hand over the back of his head as he steps into the kitchen. “What’s going on?”
“I was just telling Georgina to give up already. She’s already lost.”
“Did I lose, though?” Georgina’s eyes flare. My apple drops to the floor with a thud when she yanks a knife from a cutting block and turns so fast, it takes me a second to register the knife protruding from Tim’s stomach.
“What the fuck?” I blanch, shock holding me hostage “What did you do?” A trickle of fear climbs up my spine.
“Nothing yet.” She turns on her heel and saunters out the door.