Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Harlow sighed. “Now you decide this.”
“We can talk about this after breakfast. I made some pancakes and bacon and eggs,” Niall announced. “Jensen, there’s some sweats and underwear and a T-shirt in the bathroom waiting for you.”
There was this piece of him that wanted to tell Niall to fuck off. He wasn’t in charge here. It was the part of him that liked to start fires just to see them burn.
He wasn’t letting that place rule him anymore. “Thank you.”
“What about me?” Harlow asked, her chin tilting up in that sexy, stubborn expression of hers.
Niall leaned over and brushed a kiss on her lips. “You don’t need clothes, princess.”
She growled his way. “I am not wearing your shirt all day. Also, I need a laptop.”
Jensen had bad news for her. “Uh, there’s no Internet out here.”
Harlow fell back on the bed, pulling a pillow over her face and screaming.
So she was going to be fun today.
Niall looked at him. “She’s going to be fun.”
Damn. They’d always been in synch.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel made every muscle in Jensen’s body go tense, and he reached for the gun he’d placed on the bedside table the night before.
“Harlow, get in the…” When he turned to order her to hide in the bathroom, he noticed she already had a gun in her hand, the sheet wrapped around her body.
A brow rose over her eyes. “Get in where, Jensen?”
Yep. That was a trap he needed to stay out of. “I meant Niall. Buddy, you should get in the bathroom. Harlow, watch my six.”
Those gorgeous eyes rolled. “You watch my six.”
She strolled out.
“I am not hiding in the bathroom.” Niall followed her.
He had lost all control.
He hoped they weren’t about to lose everything.
Chapter Eleven
Harlow felt the weight of the Beretta in her hand as she eased down the hall.
She wished she had on some undies, at least. She might be about to go into a gun fight with a threadbare sheet as her only clothes. Technically it could be a sheath dress, but it was proof of her shame.
Was it shame? She didn’t feel ashamed. She felt…relaxed. Like super relaxed. Muscles that had been stiff for freaking years now felt like jelly. Except for her trigger finger. That was ready to go since they were apparently about to be invaded.
“Who knows we’re here?” Niall asked in a hushed tone.
“No one should,” Jensen said from the back.
It wasn’t like the house was big. It was pretty tiny, so they were close together as they moved toward the kitchen. The smell of bacon hit her nose and then she was pissed because she was freaking hungry, and did she get to eat the delicious-smelling food that she did not have to cook herself? No. She had to deal with potential assassins. And he made coffee. Damn it. She worried about coffee, and Niall had made sure she had it and now she might die.
It felt unfair. She kind of wanted more than one night with them. Oh, she told herself she didn’t care and it had been all stress relief, but it had been good. Like spectacular. The absolute best sex she’d ever had, and she wanted more.
It did not feel like she was going to fuck them out of her system. It felt dangerous. Like she was going in the opposite direction and fucking them into her system more.
And last night she’d decided she was going with it. Oh, she was still going to walk away at the end of this, but for the time they were stuck together she was going to play her role and enjoy it.
“We got rid of all the phones,” Niall whispered as he followed her into the living room. The place was quiet and dark. He’d opened the shades in the kitchen but kept the living room closed up. “All we have are burners. Is there any way there’s a tracker on my Jeep?”
“I would suspect there would be one on mine, but not yours,” Jensen replied. “They didn’t know you existed until last night.”
There was one tracker she hadn’t thought about. Damn it. “It’s in my upper arm.” She lowered her gun. “If that’s my dad, I’m going to live in the fields with the cows.”
“What do you mean it’s in your arm?” Niall asked.
“You let them chip you?” Jensen snorted as he snuck a peek out the window. “Not your dad, but also not anyone we’re going to murder.”
There was a knock on the door. “Hey, Har. Let us in. We’ve got your shit, and I picked up some donuts. Gigi is worried, and she wouldn’t let me come alone. Neither would your sister.”
Ruby. She flicked the safety back on the gun and opened the door. “How?”
Ruby flashed a grin. She was looking fresh and happy this morning in her jeans and T-shirt and leather jacket, her curly hair in a ponytail. “I hacked Big Tag’s system, of course. He tried to give me some BS about how if he wasn’t giving your dad your location, he couldn’t give it to anyone. So I took it. See, guys. She is obviously fine.”