Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The door opened and closed, and I assumed Searcy left.
There was a short, frustrated growl, then the door opened and closed again.
I waited for another couple of minutes, then headed out myself.
I purposefully went down the length of the table that would have me squeezing behind Webber, Devney, Searcy, and Dima before I got to my seat.
Everyone scooted up but Webber.
Instead, he got up and pushed his chair in, then turned slightly so that his front was facing my front as I came passed.
“’Scuse me,” I murmured.
“You’re okay, girl,” he murmured back. “Heading to the bathroom myself.”
I smiled and felt warm tingles spread through me.
“You have a little grease on your face.” I pointed to his chin.
Our eyes met and held for a few long seconds, then Devney was interrupting. “Seriously, I can’t breathe over here I’m so close to the table. Would you hurry up and go past?”
I moved but kept my eyes on Webber’s as I got past Devney and Dima.
I sat down and saw Searcy’s smug look toward Devney.
Even better, when Webber got back from the bathroom, he came up to our end of the table and stood beside Jasper’s chair to talk.
“You missed that spot I pointed out,” I teased, touching my own neck where his was located.
“Damn, I thought I got it,” he said as he touched his neck.
“Sorry, bro, but you’re just adding to it. Your shirt’s just as dirty as your neck now.” Jasper laughed.
Webber sighed. “Didn’t have time to change before I came. Been a long day at work. I have a project car that’s due for the auction in Philly next month, and I’m not finished with it yet.”
“Oh, what are you working on?”
I listened avidly as he explained about the first-generation Corvette he’d found and what kind of work he’d put into it.
I was watching him so avidly that I saw the moment he jerked forward.
Frowning in surprise, I turned and saw Devney push her way beside him, which had nearly knocked him off balance.
His quick move to the side had me also spying another familiar face in the crowd.
Moran.
“Webber,” I said when he was about to open his mouth and light into Devney for her rudeness.
His eyes came to me. “Yeah?”
I jerked my chin in the direction of Moran. “We have company.”
His eyes followed mine and his mouth thinned.
Yep, he’d spotted her.
“She’s been following me around for a solid week now,” he grumbled.
“Us, too.” Gunner was fully turned in his seat. “She was at the school looking like a complete freak when I was working with Dallas ISD yesterday.”
Gunner worked for Angel Security.
He was the man schools called to make sure they were safe from armed gunmen and intruders.
The why behind his story was tragic and sad.
Gunner’s son, Jett, had passed away during a school shooting when Jett was four years old.
Gunner, a star baseball player at the time, had moved on with his life. Though, he’d done it only living half a life.
He’d gone on to play in the majors and had spent quite a few years playing. But something had always been missing for Gunner.
Then he’d founded Angel Security and had made it his life’s mission to make schools a safer place for their precious cargo.
He’d created one hell of a business and traveled all over the United States fixing schools’ security.
“Was hoping she’d just disappear quietly,” Webber grumbled.
I reluctantly moved to my seat but did it with the very real knowledge that there were now two sets of eyes on me that wanted to kill me.
Both maybe quite literally.
The rest of the night went smoothly.
I managed to keep my eyes off of Webber for the most part and had a great time.
Sadly, work called, and I didn’t have the choice but to get out of there before anyone else.
“I have to go to work,” I grumbled, standing up.
My shirt ended up getting caught up under my boobs, causing the shirt to ride up as I slung my purse over my shoulder.
Which was why there was a very angrily growled, “What the fuck is that?”
I frowned and looked over at Webber, who was now standing.
“What?” I asked, absently pulling down my shirt.
He reached over Dima’s shoulder since Dima was blocking his way to me and tugged up the tail of my shirt again, revealing the bruise I was sporting on my belly.
“Oh,” I said. “I don’t know. I just had it when I woke up one morning. I think it might’ve been the day I got into that squabble with the officer over there,” I explained.
Webber dropped his hand and glared. “She hurt you?”
I shrugged. “I bruise easily.”
I also blushed easily, and I was doing that in front of the entire table of twenty-two.
“Okay,” he stepped back, his eyes angry as hell.
There was a throat clearing and then Devney said, “Let her get to work or she’ll be late.”