Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Confusion and relief burst through me with recognition.
I fumbled for the door, throwing it open. I stared up into Ramsay’s rugged face, those piercing eyes looking right into my soul. For a moment, I wished I could throw my arms around him and hold on tight.
Because he’d made me safe.
Even now, after everything, he made me feel safe.
I kinda hated him for that too.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I covered my wealth of emotions with what I hoped was calm blandness. “What are you doing here?”
42. Ramsay
Icould see right through Silver.
Knew every nuance and flicker of emotion in her eyes and across her gorgeous face.
She was as relieved to see me as she was belligerent and confused.
That gave me hope.
I’d gotten a red-eye from Glasgow to New York and arrived in the early hours of the morning New York time. My hotel had twenty-four-hour check-in and was a block from Silver’s. I might have asked Jay to track her down.
After sleeping for a few hours, I’d showered, eaten, and immediately made my way over to the Winton in the hopes of catching Silver in her room.
Here she was.
Standing in front of me like the best fucking thing I’d ever seen.
And her eyes were bloodshot and swollen.
I stepped toward her without thinking. “Have you been crying?”
Silver retreated warily. That hurt like a motherfucker. “What are you doing here, Ramsay?”
At the sound of a door opening down the corridor, I glanced along it to see a guest leaving their room and a housekeeper coming off the lift with a cleaning cart. “Can I come in?”
Her brow wrinkled in confusion, Silver stepped back with a nod and held the door open. As I moved past her, I studied her slightly swollen eyes and saw the tear tracks through her makeup.
She had been crying.
At my close perusal, Silver turned away and shut the hotel room door.
The room smelled of her perfume.
Memories of burying my nose in her throat just to inhale her pushed in and I shook them off. Now was not the time for that. “Christ, hotel rooms in this city are a fucking rip-off, aren’t they?” London and New York were two of the worst cities for charging an absolute fortune for rooms you could barely swing a cat in.
“Is that why you came all the way to New York? To complain about square footage?”
Smirking at her sarcasm, I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed.
She raised an eyebrow. “If this is about the wall, I told you I won’t tell anyone.”
I suppose she had every reason to think my coming here was for something selfish. In truth, it was. Only it wasn’t for the reason she assumed. My gaze washed over her. Despite the tear stains, Silver was beautiful, sexy. As always. However, she’d abandoned her usual Henley and jeans for a long-sleeved jersey dress that clung to her figure. My gut clenched at the way it followed the exaggerated curve of her narrow waist into her generous tits and gently sloped hips. “You’re stunning.”
Silver leaned her shoulder against the wall. “Somehow I doubt you came all the way to New York for a booty call.”
I flicked her an annoyed look. “You know me better than that.”
“Do I?” She pushed off the wall, dropping her defensive posture. “Because last I checked, I don’t know who you are.”
“That’s not true. Look … you’ve probably guessed by now, but I didn’t keep my past from you because I didn’t trust you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Does Quinn know about your past?”
Fuck.
I held her fiery stare. “Aye, he knows. He’s the only one from Glenvulin who does.”
“If you told Quinn but not me, then you trusted Quinn but not me.”
Frustrated, I growled, “I don’t care if Quinn judges me for my past. I care if you do.”
Silver sucked in a breath, her shoulders slumping. “Do you think I would?”
I shook my head. “No. I just used it as an excuse. To push you away.”
“To protect me?”
“Maybe. Maybe it’s more that I didn’t think I deserved you.”
She let out a huff and strode slowly over to a seat at the small table. I noted the two cups of tea. “I think maybe deep down I knew that.”
“Is there someone else here?” I tensed, alert.
Her gaze darted to the cups, and she shot me an unhappy look. “London is in the next room.”
“She okay?”
“Why are you here, Ramsay?” she repeated instead.
Leaning forward, I held her gaze, needing her to see the truth in mine. “I don’t have a pretty past. I did things in the name of king and country that were necessary but not pretty. Not good.”
Her stunning eyes grew wet. “Can you tell me?”
“Some of it. I came all the way here to tell you what I can.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
I took her in, her calmness, her openness, her ability to be vulnerable but strong. Her bravery. Tierney Silver was fucking remarkable.