Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Who knew that Lacey getting involved with Gray Mathers could end up being such a fucking headache for him?
But at the end of the day, that made Gray family. Which made Rory family.
And Travis always took care of his family. It was the reason behind everything he did.
Making sure his family was safe.
Right. And is that the reason you had Caren spread out like a feast on your kitchen island, about to eat her pussy like a man starving?
Fuck.
Best not to think about Caren’s pussy right now. She hadn’t replied to him. He should go around to her place and check on her.
It’s only been a few minutes since you texted her.
“All right, you have the job,” he told her. “Training will start Monday. It’s a temporary job at the moment until we make sure you fit with us and vice versa. And that way if you want to go home, you can.”
Relief filled her face.
“But, there’re some rules.” He pointed at her.
“I’ve got the rules under control,” Jace told him.
“You sure? Because she’s family now and that means that while she’s here we’re in charge of her protection.”
“I can take care of myself,” Rory protested.
They both ignored her.
“Of course,” Jace replied. “I’ll take personal responsibility for keeping her safe.”
“Figured you would,” Travis said.
“I can keep myself safe,” Rory muttered. “I got myself here, didn’t I?”
“How exactly did you get yourself here?” Jace asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You know, why don’t I start training tomorrow?” Rory suggested. “I’ve got nothing else to do with my time other than go to Caren’s exhibition.”
“Caren’s exhibition?” Travis asked, distracted.
“Yeah, she’s having an exhibition this Friday night,” Rory said, frowning slightly. “Lacey was really upset that she couldn’t make it, but she’ll be on a plane home from the Bahamas. Now I can go.”
“Is it at some wedding expo or something?” Why else would a wedding photographer have an exhibition?
Rory stared at him for a long moment. “Why would her exhibition be at a wedding expo?”
“Because she’s a wedding photographer.”
Rory gaped at him for a long moment before she burst into laughter. “Oh, you’re in for a treat.”
21
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” he snapped as he stared at a photo.
There was so much darkness and death and danger in this one photo that it made his heart leap into his throat. His stomach dropped as he tried to make sense of what was in front of him.
It was incredible.
It took his breath away with how much it said.
But mostly what it said was that it was his woman on the other end of the camera taking that fucking dangerous, powerful, amazing, terrifying photo.
Your woman?
Fuck. Shit.
He’d had his fingers inside her. He’d brought her to orgasm. He’d worried over her, obsessed over her, hadn’t been able to sleep for thinking about her.
And he spent countless hours thinking about ways to keep her safe.
So did that make her his?
He was starting to think that it did. She just didn’t know that yet.
Calm down.
You need to think more clearly. This sort of chaos isn’t what you want or need in your life, remember?
Yeah, but he was also starting to think that he was a fucking idiot.
Stress had his heart racing faster as he moved to the next photo.
“Jace, you need to talk to him. He can’t just swear like that in a place like this. And everyone is giving him a wide berth,” Rory said to his brother.
Rory was the only reason they’d gotten into this exhibition since it was invite-only. Apparently, she’d contacted Caren who had put her name with two guests onto the list at the front door.
Yep. You had to be on a fucking list at the fucking front door.
All right. He wasn’t sure why that annoyed him so much. It just did.
Maybe because all signs point to you not knowing her at all?
Her reply to his text the other day had been a thumbs up. Who fucking replied using just a freaking thumbs up? What did that mean? That she was okay?
He’d wanted to call and demand to know why she’d let him think she was a wedding photographer. And not a fucking award-winning photojournalist who took the most amazing, poignant and utterly terrifying photos he’d ever seen in his life.
But he’d forced himself to wait. He’d wanted to see the evidence of what she did for himself and he knew if he saw her or messaged her that he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
He’d demand to know what was going on.
Why she hadn’t told him about this.
About how much danger she put herself in to take these photos.
“Travis, you’ve got to stop scowling at the photos, people are going to think you don’t like them,” Jace told him.
“I don’t like them!”
People gasped around him. And he glared at them all until they stepped back.