Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“My ex-boyfriend, Jetty, made me.”
My eyes closed and dread filled my insides.
“Forced you?” I asked calmly. “Did he r…”
“Not like that. At least I don’t think,” she admitted. “He wanted to. I didn’t. He kept asking, and finally I just said yes because he wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t bad. Wasn’t great. It was both of our first time. We used protection, even!”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Denver was going to lose his mind.
Boone was going to lose his mind.
Hell, even Sawyer was going to lose his damn mind.
This was going to be really bad.
“And you haven’t told anyone yet?” I guessed.
“I told Catalina and DeeDee.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’m assuming that you’re coming to me first because you want me to help you tell him?”
She nodded, looking devastated.
“Have you been to the doctor yet?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Just took a couple of tests.”
“Then here’s what we’re going to do…”
The next thirty minutes I spent on the phone with the doctor getting an appointment as soon as we could get it, which luckily was later in the day thanks to a cancellation.
The next thing I did was call Boone to tell him to forget about Arby’s and to meet me out at Denver’s place.
Boone agreed readily, knowing that something was wrong.
Then I got dressed, and we headed out to Denver’s place in Joe’s truck.
When we got there, Boone was already there, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.
Someone to keep Denver in check was a definite necessity.
“You ready?” I asked her.
She nodded and latched onto my hand like a lifeline.
When we got inside, Denver looked up from the table where he was sitting with Boone, drinking coffee.
My stomach rumbled at the scent of bacon and eggs.
I eyed the food that Denver was steadily shoving into his mouth now with want.
Boone cleared his throat and gestured at Joe.
I looked at her to see her face completely white.
Shit.
“It’s the smell, isn’t it?” I whispered.
She nodded.
I gestured toward the back door. “Go out there and sit down.”
She left, leaving me to tell her dad what had happened.
“Denver?” I asked.
Denver’s brows rose.
“You might want to get yourself something a little bit harder than coffee,” I suggested.
He leaned back in his chair, his food forgotten. “Why?”
I glanced at Boone and widened my eyes.
He got up and poured a glass of whiskey from a bottle that was on the middle island of the kitchen.
When the glass was on the table in front of him, I took a seat next to Boone, putting him in between Denver and me, and started talking.
I didn’t finish before Denver had downed the whiskey and poured himself another glass.
He set the second empty glass down so carefully that it had me stiffening.
I’d seen him that mad once.
He’d caught a boy trying to get a little rough with me at a soccer game when I was seventeen.
He’d had this eerily calm look on his face, and he’d looked so approachable.
That look was a lie.
Before the boy could react, he’d broken the kid’s hand. The hand that’d been touching me.
That same look was on his face now.
“I made an appointment for her later this afternoon at my doctor,” I said as I slid the piece of paper out of my pocket. “She needs a parent there since she’s a minor.”
Denver closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his chair.
“Don’t kill the kid, Denver,” I ordered. “You have a lot to lose here.”
Denver’s blazing eyes opened and pinned me. “Who was it?”
“Jetty,” I answered.
Denver’s eyes narrowed. “Her and Jetty haven’t been together in three to four months.”
I nodded.
“Goddammit.” He stood up. “I need a minute alone with her.”
Three hours later, Denver was once again in control, and we were finally headed back to the house.
When we got there, I unwrapped myself from around my man and said, “I’m sorry I kept you from work.”
He caught me around my thigh and pulled me to him.
Going, because why the hell wouldn’t I, I bent down and pressed my lips down on his.
He growled into my mouth before I pulled away.
“I’d follow you into hell, Nettie. I’d fight every single demon in the place as long as I got to be by your side.” He gave me one final squeeze. “Get inside.”
I waved at him as I climbed the steps to the house, then used the keypad code on the door to let myself inside.
Only when I was inside with the door locked did I hear him ride off.
He had a lot to do today at the vet practice, and Holly had been able to cover for him mostly. But she couldn’t take patients and do surgery, so he was still needed.
A soccer ball was in the middle of the living room, and I couldn’t stop myself from flicking it up off the floor with my toe and juggling for a few minutes.