Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Without protest.
“Thanks,” he said, his eyes going far away.
“You’re welcome. Anything new?”
“No. Not that I can…”
Ridley and I both stopped talking the moment the phone I now carried with me everywhere chimed.
Ridley was just as privy to the sound as I was, because I’d shown him only that morning how much the texting had escalated.
You look beautiful, but you should’ve been eating dinner with me, not with that piece of shit.
“Fuck,” I said. “We’ll finish this tomorrow. I don’t like leaving her in the open like this.”
“I’ll see if I can run a trace when I get back to the office,” Ridley offered me his hand.
I took it and knocked shoulders with him.
“Night.”
Ridley nodded, jaw clenched, and walked to his cruiser that was parked in the back of the lot, opposite of where I was parked.
“Ready?” I asked her.
“Will you take me to get ice cream?” She rolled her bottom lip over in an adorable pout.
I paused, putting on my helmet.
“Uhh,” I hesitated. “I guess.”
I didn’t have a reason to say no, and if I did, she’d ask why. Then I’d have to explain to her that her situation was a little more serious than she knew.
Something that I didn’t want to do at this point.
I didn’t really want to take her to go get ice cream, not after the message I’d just gotten from the sick fucker stalking Tasha, but she looked so hopeful that I couldn’t tell her no.
“Yeah,” I agreed more firmly. “I can do that.”
We drove to the little yogurt shop that was on the outskirts of the city, and I pulled up next to a woman that was standing in the middle of a parking spot.
Luckily, my bike was small, because the woman looked back at me when she saw me and still didn’t deign to move.
“Move bitch,” I heard Tasha yell.
Shit.
The woman turned around.
“This spot is saved!” She yelled over the motor of my bike as I kicked my kickstand down.
I shrugged.
“Sorry,” I shut the bike off and got off.
The woman saving the spot moved closer to Tasha.
“Tell him to move!” she ordered. “I got someone parking here!”
“Umm,” Tasha snorted. “It looks to me like you don’t have anyone but us parking here. And you don’t save spots like that. There’s one directly across the street from here,” Tasha pointed.
The woman didn’t even move her eyes.
Instead she walked up beside the bike, and I growled.
“Do. Not. Touch. My bike,” I growled.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, and I looked to Tasha.
“What the hell is it with all these crazy fucks tonight?” I mumbled to her.
Tasha’s eyes were wide as we watched the woman that’d been trying to save the parking space get pissed.
“No. This parking spot was saved!” the woman screamed.
I raised a brow at her.
“You didn’t have anything saved. The world doesn’t work like that,” I said to her, walking around my bike.
The woman’s face became mottled with rage as she stared at me with accusing eyes.
I gave her my back and walked inside with Tasha.
“What kind are you getting?” Her eyes glazed over when she saw all the options in front of her.
I looked at the copious amount of flavors and became instantly overwhelmed.
“Vanilla,” I mumbled.
Tasha looked at me with suspicion. “I didn’t figure you as a vanilla kind of man.”
My brows rose. “You didn’t?” I asked. “What exactly did you figure me as?”
She grinned. “A rocky road with sugar sprinkles kind of man.”
I laughed, the worry from the day starting to melt away.
Tasha had the power to do that to me, though.
She was quite a woman, making my bad mood retreat, one kiss, witty comment, or caress at a time.
“Can I make yours for you?” she pleaded with her eyes.
I nodded.
“Go for it,” I offered.
She grinned and walked towards the bank of ice cream machines, allowing me to go to the window to see what the bitch from outside was doing.
And what I saw had the beast that Tasha just soothed rearing its ugly head again.
I pushed out of the yogurt shop so hard that the metal door slapped against the side of the building, then bounced back towards the frame the moment I cleared it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I roared.
The woman looked up guiltily. “I’m moving your bike.”
I walked up the other side and stopped the movement.
How had she even known or had the strength to get it moving was beyond me, but if she wasn’t careful, she’d be fucked.
And not in a good way.
“Let go of my motherfuckin’ bike before I decide not to be nice about this anymore,” I said through clenched teeth.
She glared and let go of the bike, not before hitting the mirror with a small wrench I hadn’t seen and cracking it.
“You fuckin’ bitch,” I snarled, watching her as she walked to her car, shoving the wrench in her purse.