Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
He shoots a look over his shoulder as he reaches into a drawer on the tall dresser by the bathroom. “I feel you get my meaning, Blossom. And it feels good. Smells good, too.” He pulls out a pair of black jogging pants and gets them on while eyeing me with a very attractive look in his eyes. It dawns that he can smell that I’m now aroused. It's slick between my legs and I’m feeling slightly embarrassed by it. This never happens. In fact, I’ve been bullied about the fact that it doesn’t.
“And while you’re breathtaking in your birthday suit, gonna be a scorcher today, so I’ll put the air on. You can throw a shirt of mine on if you want. We can throw your clothes into the washer since they reek of gunpowder. Anyway, we’ll talk at breakfast about a couple things, including making a plan to get your gear.”
My expression drops.
He tips his head to the side in an assessing way, but he says nothing. The inquisition about my life, my motives and all that… it’ll continue. And of course it has to. Greyson needs to protect his pack from threats – that’s what a normal alpha does. I just don’t quite know how to explain everything in a way that won’t cause further damage. I want to protect my people. I also don’t want any harm to come to Greyson’s people. Because if things don’t fall apart here, they’ll be my people, too.
If they can forgive me. If they don’t interfere and take a vote among those other alphas to punish me for what I’ve done.
My belly bottoms out. I can’t imagine why they’d let me stay.
I know they have a committee and although the men I met yesterday at the doorway to where the cell was had objected to me leaving, they moved out of the way and let us pass. But what if they took a vote about all this since then? What if they punish him or give him orders about punishing me because they all agree that I can’t be here after my actions?
I don’t know enough about this pack yet to know how they’ll react to the threat, how they make pack decisions, but I do know they rule together so just because Greyson wants me doesn’t mean they won’t have a problem with this. I also don’t know what they’d do if they knew about my brother’s plans, but I know what my brother would do and while I know Wyatt’s leadership style is wrong, that doesn’t mean this pack won’t also react swiftly and severely.
I’m worried about what could happen to everyone who’s vulnerable. I wish Greyson scented me as his mate before I followed Wyatt’s orders. If only I hadn’t hidden my scent. What if he’d scented me in the diner that day? I wish I could undo the damage I’ve already done here. I wish I’d gone to them and told them about my brother and asked for their assistance. If only I’d known then what I know now. Hindsight tends to be 20/20, I guess.
Speaking of damage, I move into the bathroom worrying about the damage that might be happening now at home if Wyatt loses his temper at my disappearance and takes it out on everyone I’ve tried so hard to protect.
***
My jaw drops when I see the vast, modern kitchen. I didn’t think it was possible for this home to wow me more than I’d already been wowed, but the best was saved for last because this kitchen is a dream I never even dared to dream.
If this somehow works out, this could be where I’ll get to cook. Cook meals for Greyson.
A smile tugs at my mouth as I take it all in and run my hand along the expansive white countertop. So much space to cook, to bake! There’s a backdrop of shiny gray tiled backsplash and the floor matches. In addition to expensive-looking and shiny counters around the perimeter of the kitchen, there’s a huge island that’s white on top, green on the sides with dual-toned wood and green stools in front of it. I spot a double oven on the wall and a six-burner stovetop on one counter. Brass pendant lights hang over the island and pot lighting dots the ceiling. The drawer and door pulls are brass and there’s a massive farmhouse sink with a golden tap that I can see pulls out to act as a spray nozzle. The fridge takes up most of a wall with brushed steel doors and brass handles.
It’s lovely. Absolutely lovely. There are some dirty dishes in the sink and the stovetop could use a scrubbing. The floor needs a sweep and wash, and I can’t wait to play in it. Clean it. Create in it. I could see myself spending most of my time in a dream kitchen like this. This kitchen alone is probably the size of my entire home back in Silver Hills. And I share that with Aunt Shea, Addy, Misty, and Halla.