Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"You want to tell me what you needed to see so badly that you orchestrated a covert mission?"
"It's terrible, really." She turns the corners of her mouth downward, faking a frown while her eyes are downcast, pretending to be sheepish. "I looked into Shelly's internet history to see if I could get any ideas—you know her birthday is coming up. I wanted to get her something nice."
"The hussy?"
Kindred gasps. "Don't talk about Shelly that way." It takes all my control to not chuckle. Then she'll think I'm laughing at her. That will only add to her growing list of reasons to dislike me.
"How about yarn?" I suggest, wanting to be helpful.
"Oh, of course you know what to get her." Kindred launches herself to her feet. "I'll see myself out." That chin of hers tilts up again as she tries to walk past me.
I reach out, my hand wrapping around her forearm to stop her. “What did I do, Kindred?” Her lips press together. I used her name, and that ticks her off too.
“Nothing, you didn’t do anything.” Her tone is flat and a touch defeated. I know she’s not faking it, either. I can see it in her eyes.
“Well, I’m sorry either way.” I release my hold on her.
“Me too.” Kindred's response is whispered. I turn to watch her go. When I hear the door close behind her, I walk over to the computer, firing it back on.
Now it's me that goes back in history to see what she was really searching for. I'm taken aback when I see it's me. She pulled up the books that I've checked out over the past few months.
What the hell does that mean? I run my hand down my face, as frustrated as before. I don't have time to dwell on it. Not when I have a feisty blonde I need to make sure gets home safely.
I don't care how safe the town of New Hope is or how close she lives. I can't help myself, and I'm not going to try.
Chapter Four
KINDRED
The man has gone from taking over all my thoughts to now entering my dreams. This is really a demise of my own making. I never should have gone to see what books he was reading. I was in no way prepared.
I swear it could have been a copy of my freaking Kindle. That pervert. Those books are for girls. Clearly Shelly didn’t tell him that. Nope, she’s a little dealer over there.
I did write a couple down that I haven’t read. The Pirate's Captive Desires was at the top of that list. I’ve never read a pirate book before, but I’m always a sucker for a captive romance. Who isn’t? A man so out of control with his need for you that he simply takes you. It might not sound romantic to some, but it appeals to me.
Especially when your kidnapper gives you the best orgasms while professing their crazy love to you. When really all along it was you that took his heart captive long ago. I let out a dreamy sigh. If only I could be so lucky.
I throw my blanket back, forcing myself to get out of bed and get ready for the day. There is a wedding to be planned. I need to focus on one love story at a time, and right now, that’s Candy’s. Besides, I don’t have one. I’ll be going to this wedding solo. The same way I do most social events.
What if I did bring a date? Who that date would be, I’ve got no clue. What if Hudson shows up with a date? I bet he got an invite. The whole town did, but now he and Hollis are buddy-buddy. I guess helping Hollis lock up the psycho after Candy can bond two people.
New plan. I need to find a date. That will fill me in on if Hudson is reporting back to my brother. I was sure that’s what he’d been doing. I should simply believe him. He might drive me crazy, but he’s not a liar. He really doesn’t talk enough to lie.
I take a quick shower to help wake myself up. It doesn’t work, but I still make myself get dressed and ready for the day. I need coffee. I keep telling myself I’ll get a coffee maker but never get around to it. I burn my toast half the time, and you only have to push the button to make it.
Not to mention if I start one more fire, the insurance company is going to drop me. You have a few small mishaps, and people start threatening you with no insurance. It’s best I stick to getting my coffee in town.
I send off a bunch of texts, checking in on a few people. It’s how I start most of my days. Their replies will let me know what’s on my agenda for the day. There are days when it’s slow, and others there seems to be an endless stream of issues that need attending to.