Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Well,” I said as I finally processed what I was seeing, then stepped back out. “I don’t think we need to worry about Errol anymore.”
“Why?” Denver asked.
Gentry stepped forward and peered in, whistling. “Brutal.”
Denver poked his head in next and winced. “Fuck.”
Thumper could see the gore from where he was standing and scrunched up his nose. “This happened a while ago. The decomposition is at least two months, if not more, old.”
I agreed.
I scrubbed my hands down my face. “What a mess.”
Denver’s phone rang, breaking the silence.
“Hey, Ma,” Denver answered. “Do you mind if I call you back?”
Denver shifted, his phone pressed to his ear, and listened.
His gaze shifted to me, and then he said, “Yeah, I’ll get out there and help. Do you have the girl covered on lunch?”
Denver listened for a bit longer, said his goodbyes, and then shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“What is it?”
Hux had already called me once today telling me he saw Constance at my place.
He’d also sent me a photo of her note pinned to my door with chewing gum.
I hadn’t called her back yet, because I wanted to have some answers for her when I did.
Only, I was no closer to those answers and had added more questions.
“Your woman and her mom are stuck in the rehab facility because a couple of huge dogs were dumped at their property. They’re aggressive and they can’t leave.”
I was immediately turning around and heading toward my truck, the cold wind biting at my face and ears.
The drive to Constance’s place took fifteen minutes.
When I arrived, it was to see Denver and Thumper weren’t far behind.
The others had stayed at the crime scene.
When I got out, I immediately stepped back inside as the dogs came barreling toward me.
Denver stayed in his truck as well, his face torn.
We both knew that if we got out and they attacked, we really wouldn’t have any other choice but to use force.
And all of us were reluctant to do that.
Denver rolled down his window and called, “I gave Boone a call on the way here. He should be here any minute.”
I looked inside the fencing and saw Constance standing there with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, glaring.
I waved.
She flipped me off.
I threw my head back and laughed, unable to stop myself.
When I finally got myself under control, it was to find her glaring harder at me.
I blew her a kiss through the front windshield, and she snapped her teeth at me.
I was getting ready to blow her another one when Boone arrived to save the day.
He got his tranq gun out and popped both of the dogs.
They were silent moments later, resting peacefully right outside the gate that was keeping Constance safe.
I got out of the truck and walked up to the dog, nudging it with my boot to make sure that it was actually down and not just faking because it wanted to draw us closer to attack. The dog didn’t move.
Thank goodness.
I glanced up, right into the angry eyes of my girl.
My girl.
Those two words sounded so damn right.
“Good morning, Coco.”
She bared her teeth at me. “What part of this morning is good?”
She looked rough.
Her hair was all over the place, half up in a ponytail, half falling out at her nape and beside her ears. She was wearing a ratty sweatshirt that looked like it’d been through a war. Leggings that had a hole in both thighs. Socks that came way up to her knees, probably covering more holes.
Then there were the earmuffs that were too small for her, but she was wearing anyway.
God, she was beautiful.
I grinned. “I mean, it can’t be bad. Your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.”
The tease slipped out of me so easily that I was a little bit surprised.
As were the men behind me.
“He said more than four words.”
Thumper.
“That smile on his face is creeping me out.”
Denver.
“I think he might actually like her.”
Boone.
I ignored them all and continued to stare at the woman who was slowly chipping away at my heart.
“I would say, if anyone is my knight in shining armor, it would be Denver. Since he’s the one who got the call. Not you,” Constance pointed out.
Denver had the good fucking sense to keep his mouth shut.
My smile was freakin’ huge on my face. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” She angrily crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you going to move them or what? I have somewhere to be.”
God, I loved her.
I fucking loved her.
I had to be fucking crazy for falling for her so damn quick. Not because she wasn’t exponentially lovable, but because I wasn’t someone who should be falling in love.
“I guess since I’m not your knight in shining armor, maybe I should let Denver do it,” I continued to tease her.
Constance’s eyes blazed. “You have to the count of three… One.”