Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"Yep. That's my place. I'm Teddy. You're the driver, right?"
"I drive." He shoves the money back into my bag. "Get in," he grunts, nodding toward the SUV. I turn off my lightsaber and head for the car.
"Thank you," I tell him as he carries both my bags over, putting them in the back seat for me. I pat myself down in search of my phone.
“Looking for this?” He holds it out. With the door open, the dome light reveals his face to me for the first time. I suck in a deep breath.
“Holy crap, you’re attractive,” I blurt out, making his brows rise. Probably shouldn’t have said that, but it's a little too late now.
Can you really blame me? The man has to be a handful of inches taller than six feet, making him well over a foot taller than me. I don’t think I have seen a person with such broad shoulders and muscular chest. My fingers itch to touch his jaw that's shadowed with a short beard that grew in from the day. This man is, well, all man. His eyes, however, steal the show. They’re a dark brown with gold flickering around the edge.
“I wasn’t hitting on you or anything. I mean, I wouldn’t even know the first thing about hitting on a man. And obviously you’re all man.” I can’t control how my eyes roam up and down him. “With your size, I don’t think you need a fake gun. You could wrestle a bear.” His brows manage to rise higher. “I should probably get in.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
I slip in, and he closes the door for me. He goes around the back of the SUV, pausing for a long moment. I almost ask if everything is okay, but he rounds it and gets into the driver’s seat. “Your phone.” I take it from his hand.
“Oh, right.” I lick my lips, getting an even better look at him now. His hair is short and buzzed down, and I can see a scar along his skull. “What happened to your head?” Holy hell. “Sorry, I’m not great with people, and I talk a lot. I mean, just ask Minnie.” I laugh. “She can never get a word in edgewise.”
He cocks his head toward me, and the side of his mouth twitches.
"You can smile. I won't tell anyone,” I tease.
"Let's get out of here, and then we'll see about me smiling for you."
"Okie dokie, artichokie.” I give him an air gun. "Just as effective."
A small bark of laughter comes from him, and he shakes his head before taking off. I did it! I made it out. I'm in the homestretch now.
Chapter Four
KILLIAN
Not sure what the hell is happening, but there is no turning back at this point.
“May I?” She points to the screen on the dashboard.
“It’s all yours,” I tell her because I want to see what she’ll do next. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. She piqued my curiosity, which I didn’t even know could happen.
What music will she put on? Will she sing? Will it be terrible? I don't care if it's terrible or not. I'm adapting swiftly to the situation. It's one of my better skill sets.
I pulled up her messages, texted back the person who was supposed to pick her up, and then blocked them before deleting the conversation. Then I scrolled through the rest of her messages. There weren’t many, but the name Lily Pad told me all I needed to know. Teddy is the mystery person who’s been in contact with Tristan’s girl.
I'll need to check why her name wasn't showing up on the property, but right now, all I want to know is what the hell this tiny, curvy girl is up to. She takes to the screen, flipping through a few selections before landing on a station labeled "Retro Hip-Hop," and Coolio's “Gangsta's Paradise” fills the inside of the vehicle.
"Seat belt," I order her as she starts to sing along, knowing all the words. This girl gets more and more intriguing.
"Ope, sorry." She quickly clicks it into place as snowflakes start to fall. The road back down the mountain has a lot of twists and turns.
It's hard to keep my attention on the road when I want to simply watch this fascinating creature. People say that nowadays you can’t identify a fake diamond with the naked eye, but I would bet my left nut, which is currently aching along with the other one and my dick, that the crown on her head is real.
"The airport is an hour away, right? I have a flight, and I can't miss it. I need to get to my best friend," she starts to tell me, and I slightly turn down the music from my steering wheel, not wanting to miss a word. "Can I tell you a secret?" She gives a small bounce in her seat, not waiting for me to answer. "I'm on a mission." Her tone becomes serious for the first time.