Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“It doesn’t surprise me.”
“I had to explore his home, and I was the one to take him on a tour, it was kind of sad, to be honest.”
He started to rub her shoulders. “But you got through it?” he asked.
“Of course. It was easy and I even drew him a map so he knew where he was going.”
This made him laugh. “You’re always in control.”
She snuggled back against him, and he placed his hands on her stomach. He’d not used any condoms. Ava made him go completely out of his own head, and he just acted. She could be pregnant. It only took one time.
Knox had never thought about being a dad. He was a killer. That was his job. He killed people for money. He was good at it as well, and it didn’t exactly leave time for family, relationships, or being a father.
The thought of Ava being heavily pregnant filled his head, and he liked the thought of her carrying his baby. She would make one hell of a mom. He had met plenty of moms that were not fit for the role.
“Did you ... fix your problem?” Ava asked.
“No, not yet. I’m still working on it.”
“Do you still believe it’s another bounty hunter?”
“Yes, that bank account was shut down, but my guy is working on the funds. Nowadays there is always a digital footprint. There is always something linking something. He’s just got to find it for me.”
“What’s your hunch?” Ava asked.
“Patricia offered a portion of Marshal’s fortune, even a small percentage is a lot of money. The man’s rich.”
“I couldn’t tell,” she said, and he heard the subtle tease in her voice.
“I’m guessing he’s coming after me, seeing as I’m the one that kept Marshal safe, and I also exposed her, so there wouldn’t be any money. If Marshal died now, there would be too much finger-pointing and shit like that.” He stroked her stomach, and he still couldn’t get the image of her pregnant out of his mind. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
“It didn’t come up,” Ava said. “And it’s not something you throw into a random conversation. Are you mad?”
“Not anymore. I promised I would never hurt you,” he said.
“And you still haven’t hurt me.” Ava spun around in the bath. “Don’t worry. I’m not in any kind of pain.” And she put a hand to his cheek, smiling up at him. “However, I do think we need to keep an eye on Marshal.”
Chapter Seven
Ava had expected to wake up the following morning to find Knox gone. It was rare for him to leave a job, come back to the house, recharge, and leave again. She wondered if he had missed her.
She held the breakfast tray in her arms, and Marshal had already been up and nearly breaking the coffeepot to get it loaded. She was slowly teaching him how to take care of himself. It was a slow process, but one she refused to turn her back on.
“You don’t have to keep staring,” Knox said.
“I should have known you were already awake.”
“I’ve been to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, but I didn’t take a shower.”
After the long bath they had last night, there was no reason to.
“I went and got breakfast for us, and he asked a gazillion questions. He wants to know if you’re staying long. He asked me to beg you not to leave. If you’re ready to go home, then we can leave, but I was thinking maybe it would be worth taking Marshal with us?”
Knox laughed. “You’ve grown fond of him?”
“I don’t know if it’s that I have grown fond of him, but I don’t want to ... leave him behind. He seems so helpless, and I just know the first woman that looks at him as if he’s some kind of king, he will be right back where he started. He needs to learn to be independent. Or do you think I’m worrying too much?”
“You like him, and it makes sense for you to worry.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“True.” She put the tray in front of Knox. She had prepared a variety of fruit, which she knew he loved, but there was also a nice, large stack of pancakes, syrup, and bacon. Knox loved his bacon. She picked up a glass of fresh juice.
Last night, they had slept together in this bed. They hadn’t had sex. Knox had held her in his arms, and it had been so sweet, so ... magical. She pushed those thoughts to the side, because she needed to have her wits about her right about now.
“How are you feeling?” Knox asked, taking a bite into the pancakes.
“I’m good.”
“Are you sore?”
And her face started to heat. She shook her head. “No, I’m not sore. You don’t have to ask me questions like that.” She wanted to put her hands to her face, but she resisted the urge.