Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
"You're staying, yes?" She gives my hand a squeeze, her expression almost pleading. "I swear I'm not a mean boy mom."
"It's true. Us girls stick together, or the testosterone will suffocate us all," Nix says, drawing a line across her neck in a slashing motion. Kinsley nods in agreement with her.
I can tell she is itching to talk to me, but I'm still catching up on the fact that it was Cosima that sent me to the hole and processing it. Everyone still knew.
I nod, giving Cosima’s hand a squeeze back, making her shoulders drop in relief. “I’m going to get her settled in.” Eros walks back to the SUV, grabbing Binx before coming back to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me through everyone and into the house. Once inside, we head up a fancy set of stairs on the right. There is a second to the left. I can’t help but wonder if one side is to go up and the other down. Why do you need two? It's gorgeous; that's likely why.
"I can't believe you punched Damon," I say when we get to the top of the stairs.
"We're mad at him." Eros says it like he's reminding me. It's nice to know he'll have my back. It puts me more at ease being here.
"It might not be on him." I don't know what to think. But did they at one point know I was down there and did nothing?
"Then that punch is because I've had to hear you say his name enough times."
"I can't." I laugh as we come to the end of a hallway with double doors.
"There are wings in the house. All of us brothers are on this end." He pushes the doors open. "And this is my room." I step into the suite. He wasn’t kidding about the size.
The bed is massive, but off to one side is a fireplace with a TV over it and a couch. It’s almost a living room, but all the spaces are open to each other.
“This will do,” I joke. Eros shuts the door, setting the cat carrier on the floor and opening it. Binx comes trotting out and immediately starts to explore the place. He better not get used to this lavish lifestyle.
"Come here," Eros says, already grabbing me, my feet leaving the floor as he brings me in for a kiss, his tongue demanding entry. I open for him and kiss him right back. "Been dying to do that. Still pissed they showed up with things when we were getting good."
He carries me over to the bed, laying me down, and we continue to kiss. I never understood the whole making out concept, but Eros has me rethinking my views on it. I didn't think simply kissing someone could be this thrilling. It also makes me feel closer to him.
"Are you relaxed now?" He leans down, kissing my throat.
"Oh my God!"
Eros's head jerks up. "What?"
"I forgot you put a hickey on me, and now everyone has seen it."
A confused expression crosses his face. "You care that they know we're together?"
"No." I smack his chest, but I can’t help but laugh.
It’s amusing when he doesn’t get small cues or normal things, like getting embarrassed about a hickey in front of the parentals. It's only one of the things I lo—I cut off my own thought.
Nope, nope, nope. We have a ways to really go for that, but from the look in Eros’s eyes, I know he’d think otherwise.
Chapter Eleven
EROS
Bonte sleeps soundly in my bed. Binx jumps next to her, cuddling close. He’s finally done with his room inspection, and I don’t think it’s up to code. I need more cat shit. I’ll see to ordering a few items. Not sure how long we’ll be here.
I didn’t expect her to fall asleep, but when she lay down on the bed, it was only a few minutes and her eyes had fallen closed, her breathing evening out. I’m sure today has been a lot for her. Especially after my mom dropped that bombshell about her being responsible for Bonte being in the hole.
I haven’t a clue what needs to be done about her father or, I’m sure, the FBI at this point. If the bodies have been found, then they must think she’s missing. I’m sure by now my father has done some of his own digging. I want to stay here with her, but I also know there are things that need to be handled.
Not wanting to leave her to wake up alone, I scribble down a note and place it on the nightstand beside her.
“Keep an eye on her,” I tell Binx, who slow blinks at me. Bonte told me that’s a good thing when he does it.
I head downstairs to talk to my family. They may do crazy shit sometimes, but I know none of it is done with ill intent. Especially if my mom was involved. I might not love what she did, but I owe her an apology for how I spoke to her earlier. Doesn’t mean I’m still not pissed.