Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Then a man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, grease covering his arms from hands to elbows, sauntered over toward us.
“That’s Gabe,” Drew said.
The man was sexy.
Very, very sexy.
The closer he got, the more my mouth watered.
I had a good man who I thought was sexy as hell, but I wasn’t dead.
Just because I was seeing him, didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate the masculine form with the rest of the female population.
And damn did he have a beautiful masculine form!
Gabe met us at the gate, and his eyes immediately locked on the baby in the backseat, his eyes widening slightly.
“You got the kid,” Gabe said.
Drew nodded as he got out of the truck, offering his hand to Gabe as soon as the gate was open enough for him to slip through.
“We did. You heard?” he asked.
I listened intently as the two spoke about the day’s earlier events.
It was now ten o’clock at night, and I was exhausted.
But I’d been given the chance to get out of my prison by my brother, and I’d taken it like the boon it was.
My brother had acted incredibly weird, and when I’d questioned him about it, he’d mumbled something about window treatments and left without another word.
“Just drive around to the back building,” Gabe said. “Jack and Sam are there with the mother.”
My eyes zeroed in on Gabe as he tried in vain to keep his voice even.
“What the hell happened?” Drew asked quietly.
“Sam and Max met them at the bus station, but the bus had broken down outside of town with a flat tire. Instead of waiting for the bus to get fixed, the woman started walking to town and the man found her about a mile outside of town. Beat the shit out of her, took the kid,” Gabe said softly.
My eyes widened.
“Shit,” Drew said. “She leaves one abusive situation and enters another. I’m sure she’s frantic.”
Gabe nodded and pointed. “Go on.”
Drew offered Gabe one of those back slap handshakes and got back into the truck, puttering slowly around all the buildings and houses.
“That man helped you move,” I pointed at a blonde-haired man.
Drew’s eyes moved over to me.
“You watched us?” He asked.
I nodded.
“What else did I have to do all day?” I asked him.
“Mind your own business?” He suggested.
Drew snorted, as did Raphael from the backseat.
“She didn’t watch me move in,” Raphael countered softly.
I turned around to look at him.
“That was because you moved in at the dead of night. I saw inside your house today. You don’t even have any furniture,” I shot back.
Raphael’s mouth quirked up into a smile.
“That’s James,” Drew gestured with his chin, and then slammed on his breaks suddenly, causing us all to curse. “And that’s his daughter.”
The daughter in question streaked across the road, running away with a compound bow in one hand, and a quiver of arrows in the other.
“Janie!” James yelled from the front porch. “Open your damn eyes!”
James waved at Drew, his eyes going to the man in the backseat then back to Drew before nodding and heading inside.
A beautiful woman with wavy brown hair barreled into him, throwing herself into his arms.
James picked her up and twirled her around, then put her unclothed body up against the glass wall of the house.
“How many times do you think I’ll see bare female asses that I don’t have a shot at having tonight?” Raphael teased.
My face blushed fifty shades of red.
“Did you really have to bring that up, man?” Drew asked as he started forward once again.
He made his way to the big building I’d seen from the front gate. The closer we got, the more I decided that it resembled a modern day castle.
“Nice place,” I murmured, looking up at the huge building. “The only thing missing is the moat.”
“That’s what the electric fence up there is for,” Drew murmured as he got out.
I followed suit, but Raphael was last out because he got the little girl out.
“Where’s the door?” I asked curiously.
Drew pointed to a door that looked like it was about four feet off the ground.
Okay, maybe it was only two, but it was still awkward as hell.
How do you even open a door like that?
I didn’t figure it out, either.
A man with graying brown hair opened the door with its magical handle and stared down at all of us.
“Come in,” the man ordered.
His voice was deep and almost as sexy as Drew’s. The wedding ring on his finger, though, kept me from admiring him much more than that, however.
Mainly because his finger was swollen like a sausage.
“What happened to your hand?” I couldn’t help but ask as I was lifted up by Drew and carried like a sack of potatoes until I breached the doorway.
The man’s wary eyes turned to me.
“Don’t worry, I went to the hospital,” he ignored my question.