Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Once that was done, I walked into the kitchen. “Need help with anything else before I go?”
“Can you mop the floor in the walk-in?” she asked. “I did it earlier after dropping a couple of eggs, but I figure it’s better to be safe than sorry when it comes to cleanliness.”
“Definitely,” I agreed with a nod.
I was fine until I stepped into the walk-in. Although it was big as far as fridges went, it felt small when the door shut behind me. I didn’t like tight spaces, but I took a steadying breath and shook off my anxiety as best I could.
Still, my pulse kicked a little faster, the way it always did when rooms started to feel too closed in. I finished mopping as quickly as I could, telling myself it was silly to get worked up over nothing, heaving a deep sigh of relief when I finally escaped the fridge and joined Marcy in the kitchen again.
Not wanting her to notice I was feeling a little off, I grabbed a bag from behind the counter and tied it off, then called, “I’m taking out the trash.”
“Thanks!” Marcy’s voice floated from the kitchen.
I forced a smile and made my way to the side exit, pushing open the heavy door with my hip. The cool evening air rushed over my skin, chasing away the tight feeling in my chest.
I tossed the bag into the dumpster and wiped my hands on my apron. As I turned to head back inside, something glinted out of the corner of my eye. Frowning, I stepped closer to the window.
A jagged crack snaked its way from the bottom left corner to the center of the glass. It was too big not to notice, which meant that it hadn’t been there this morning.
Biting my lip, I leaned in a little, peering through the damaged pane. Nothing looked disturbed in the office. No broken glass on the floor. No sign anyone had tried to get in.
Still, unease curled low in my belly.
Heading into the kitchen, I let Marcy know what I’d found. We padded into the office, and she peered through the broken glass like I’d just done from the outside.
Shrugging, she murmured, “Probably just a truck that kicked up a rock from the parking lot. I’ll call Austin.”
4
HUNTER
Viper and I had pushed the limits to finish the run as fast as humanly possible. But short of sprouting wings and outrunning the devil himself, we could only ride so damn fast. Two full days on the road, and by the time I’d rolled into the compound, briefed Fox, and grabbed a shower, the bakery had already closed.
I’d tried to sleep but kept waking up soaked in sweat and hard enough to pound nails. After three hours of tossing and cursing, I finally gave up.
Spending ten minutes under an ice-cold spray helped ease the ache in my cock but did nothing for the one in my chest. I’d been shocked at how much I missed her.
I quickly toweled off, padded into the bedroom, checked the clock, and groaned.
Some bakeries opened at the crack of dawn. Not this one. Because the universe liked fucking with me, Country Crust didn’t open its doors until seven.
Which meant I had time to kill. And no patience left to kill it with.
For a second, I considered grabbing my SUV and parking across the street like some unhinged stalker, but if Sadie or her boss saw me, I’d have to come up with a reason to be there. One that didn’t include the words I haven’t stopped thinking about your mouth in two fucking days. It was too early to reveal my level of obsession with Sadie.
I needed to go for a ride.
After throwing on black jeans, a gray T-shirt, and my cut, I sat on the edge of the bed to lace up my boots. Once that was done, I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, then headed out to my bike.
June in Tennessee could get hot as hell, but at this hour, it was spring-soft. A cool breeze ruffled my hair as I swung a leg over the bike, then put on my helmet. As I approached the gate, I nodded to the prospect on duty before peeling off down the road.
I took a side route with lots of trees and open fields, less houses, and no traffic. Just the rumble of my engine, the wind in my ears, and the blur of green flashing by in my periphery.
The forty-minute loop cleared most of the clutter from my head, but the second I turned toward town, she was back in my thoughts like she never left.
Sweet, sunshiny Sadie Morgan, with her gorgeous blue eyes and her shy smile that wrecked the fuck out of me.
I glanced at my watch. Six thirty. Son of a bitch. Still thirty fucking minutes.