Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I agreed.
My “blip” was going off, too.
But Sal just sat there, staring at the window, waiting for I didn’t know what.
“He’s waiting for me.” I must’ve muttered that last sentence aloud because Baylor answered.
“How do you know he’s not waiting for me?”
Baylor squeezed my hand and started to walk outside.
“Baylor, what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, just continued to walk.
I started to get nervous. Oh, and angry.
I moved forward like I was shot out of a cannon.
“Seriously.” I caught Baylor’s shirt between my fingers and squeezed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to go talk to him.”
He said it so carefully that I knew he was being cautious of my feelings while also trying not to snap.
I swallowed thickly.
“Are you sure that’s...wise?”
He gave me a sardonic look.
“I’ll be back.”
He pulled away from me effortlessly, and I was left grasping nothing but air. When I went to follow, Baylor looked at the man behind me.
“Pace, you think you can keep her here?”
Pace, the man with no legs, caught onto my arm with a surprisingly strong grip.
“Give him a minute, sweetheart.”
I bit my lip, debating whether to do the dirty thing and unbalance him with a shove. He’d surely fall and that would make me a jackass.
But Baylor was out there. With my ex. Who had a goddamn sword.
“You wouldn't push over a double amputee, would you?”
I bit my lip.
“You’re thinking it. I can see it in your eyes.”
He sounded amused by the prospect. Which immediately made me feel like crap.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said.
His eyes went wistful for a moment, then went dead altogether.
My eyes roamed over his face.
He was gorgeous. Really. Model perfect if it wasn't for the short, trimmed beard.
His eyes were the color of champagne. Such a light greenish brown that it was almost hard to look at him.
His hair was cut close to his scalp and looked to be a shade of dirty blonde, but it could also be a sandy brown.
He had tattoos on his hands, but nowhere else that I could see.
“Are you checking me out?”
“Your eyes are weird,” I blurted.
He snorted and looked away from me, his attention catching on something outside. Something my attention should’ve been on, too. Yet there I was looking at this man’s eyes and thinking how pretty they were while my man was in danger.
I was such a bad wife!
I moaned and turned, my eyes taking in the scene all at once.
My quick movement made the man at my back sway, but he didn’t go down.
Which was a good thing because I wouldn’t have caught him.
I couldn’t have. Not because he was muscular and huge, but because he was not my top priority.
The man currently squaring up with my ex was.
I was happy to notice that he wasn’t in striking distance, thank God.
He was, however, standing there staring at my ex who had a damn sword strapped to his back.
Which was terrifying in and of itself.
But they were talking, which made my heart rate slow.
Not enough to bring it down out of tachycardia, but enough that I wasn’t worried my heart would break with the strain.
“Think this is about to go down?” Pace asked, still, might I add, holding onto my arm.
“My ex is a bad person,” I said. “And when I say bad, I mean he’s awful, and I wouldn't wish him on any woman. Even one that slept with my ex and rubbed it in my face.”
“That happened?”
I shrugged. “She didn’t outright say it, but it was implied. And me not being in the position to nay say Sal ever, I couldn't say a word. I just had to live with the fact that he was loose with his dick.”
He made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat.
Still, we watched.
Nothing happened.
At least, not until he pulled a gun from his shirt and pointed it at me.
Before I could so much as duck, Pace had me on the ground.
For such a big man, who was also on crutches, he was fast.
***
Baylor
Seeing her out of the corner of my eye go down, knowing she was now safe, I waited for what was going to happen next.
Would he aim the gun at me next?
He answered that question in the next moment. But it wasn’t me he turned the gun on. It was the old man that was walking back up to us, clear determination in his eyes.
Buck was fast, but not fast enough.
Before he could so much as blink in surprise, he had a gun in his face.
“Uhhh,” Buck murmured. “Is there something I’m missing?”
Buck’s Vietnam Vet hat was askew as he stared at the both of us.
“I called the cops!”
Sal snorted.
“That’s nice.”
I thought so, too.
Maybe with this whacko getting the attention of the local PD, he’d get the fuck out.
Only, when the cops showed, they smiled at Sal like he was their long, lost brother.