Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Donovan just continued to grin. Either he thought Hayes was joking or the fucker really didn’t care if he died tonight.
“You did?” Zeke said in amazement.
Hayes got it. He wasn’t social. He didn’t like people. He certainly didn’t touch people.
“So you don’t think she could be our letter writer?” Kent asked after Hayes refused to say anything else.
“No way,” Donovan said.
Hmm. Hayes wasn’t so sure.
“It’s possible,” he said.
“What?” Donovan sat up. “But she’s a sweetheart.”
He really needed to stop calling her that. And what was he doing noticing her? He shouldn’t even be looking at her. Let alone talking about her.
“She was mad at me the other day for something I said,” he explained. “The next time I saw her she put salt in my americano.”
“Got a flair for revenge,” Zeke said with a grin. “I admire that.”
Hayes shot him a look.
“Look into her, Liam,” Kent ordered.
Fuck.
Why had he told them that?
“If she did do this, we won’t be telling the cops,” Hayes told them suddenly.
“We won’t?” Kent asked, eyeing him with caution. “What do you want to do? Just let her away with it?”
“No. I’ll be dealing with her myself.”
He swore he heard May laugh as he said those words.
Yeah, he was definitely fucking losing his mind.
14
They ended the call and Hayes turned to Donovan with a scowl. “My business is private.”
Donovan held up his hands. “Sorry, man, didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset.” Irritated, bordering on angry, yes.
Upset, no.
“You didn’t tell me about the salt in the coffee thing,” Donovan complained. “When did that happen?”
Hayes just shot him a look.
“What? I thought we were partners,” Donovan said as Hayes stood and walked to the door. They’d decided to meet in the basement of Stein’s house since they were still technically on bodyguard duty. This room was soundproof and they’d checked for bugs.
Well, he had.
Donovan thought he was overly paranoid. Hayes had learned that you could never be too careful. That paranoia was what had kept him alive in some hairy situations.
“You don’t really think Devi could be sending these messages, right? Just because she put salt in your coffee? Wait. What did you do that resulted in her putting salt in your coffee?”
“I saved her,” he said shortly. “Some asshole attacked her.”
Donovan’s eyes widened. Then his face filled with anger. “Who the fuck would hurt Devi?”
“Dumb drunk fucker. Been arrested.” Although he needed to follow up and find out what was happening with him. He didn’t want him getting off too easily.
“That girl doesn’t seem to have good luck, does she?” Donovan commented.
“What do you mean?”
“A drunk for a father, living in a trailer, brother in jail, works two jobs and still doesn’t seem to have much. Hell, I don’t think I would blame her for seeking some revenge. Although I’d be going after whoever set her brother up. If that’s what happened. I mean, maybe he’s guilty. And we can’t ask Devi about her brother’s case. Not without explaining why we want to know.”
Hayes grunted again.
Hey, Devi, did your brother really kill his best friend? And are you sending threatening letters to his lawyer?
Yeah. That wouldn’t go over well.
“I love our conversations, Hayes,” Donovan said. “But it’s hard to get a word in sometimes. You just won’t shut up and let me have my say.”
Hayes shot him a look and Donovan just grinned. He wasn’t scared enough of him. Hayes might have to change that.
“You really do want to lose that tongue.”
“Hey, the ladies love my tongue.” Donovan put his hand on his chest.
Dear Lord. “I think I vomited in my mouth a bit.”
It seemed like Devi didn’t have anyone looking out for her. Not if her father was a deadbeat and her brother was in jail.
She needed someone to keep an eye on her.
It should be you.
Nope. No. That was not May’s voice in his head.
It. Was. Not.
“So I still don’t get it. Why would she put salt in your coffee for rescuing her? I thought that would earn you a chocolate muffin or something.”
Humor danced in Donovan’s eyes.
A chocolate muffin?
“Because I told her off and she didn’t appreciate it.” She had deserved a scolding. However, he shouldn’t have made her feel like it was her fault. She was right, she should be able to go anywhere and do anything without being accosted.
However, that wasn’t the world they lived in. And she had to be more careful with her safety.
Didn’t she know that she was precious?
Maybe she didn’t.
Maybe no one had ever told her that.
Perhaps you should tell her that.
Nope. Not his business. She was not his.
“Ahh, I see. She didn’t like that so she put salt in your coffee.” Donovan grinned. “I like it.”
“I didn’t.”
Donovan laughed. “I bet you didn’t. What did you say to her after?”
I told her I would have to punish her.