Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“No.” She shakes her head. “But I didn’t have the black one next to the green one. I always put the black one in the back since I’ve never worn it.”
“Why not?” I ask, and she shuts the drawers with her hip.
“I’m going to go get my toiletries.” She ignores my questions, and I grab her hand before she walks out of the room.
“Why haven’t you worn the black one?” I ask.
“I bought it for something special,” she admits, her eyes going to my lips, “and it hasn’t happened yet.” I let go of her hand. “I’ll be back. I’m almost done.”
I let her walk out of the room, my cock straining to get out and into her, which is the complete opposite of what I should do. When I watched her walk out of my house before, I felt like half my heart had left with her. I knew it was time to put a stop to all of this, heard the voice in my head loud and clear, “You’ve got poison inside you, and everyone you love will be touched by it.”
It burned through my stomach as I watched her leave instead of chasing her. Then the call happened, the second phone call in my life that stopped my lungs from breathing. Except she didn’t call me; she called Charlie, which stung, but I also understood why.
She comes back in from the bathroom with items piled in her hands, walking to the bag and opening her arms as all of the things fall inside. “I’ll be outside.” I walk out of the bedroom and pull up my phone, calling Charlie, who answers after one ring.
“Hey,” I say when he answers the phone, “everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he confirms, “we just got to the bakery.”
“How’s Lucy?” I ask, looking back at the room when I hear the sound of the drawer being closed, seeing her grabbing some bras and panties.
“She’s good. Saige is here, so Everleigh wanted to know if you would mind Lucy hanging around with them and then going to their house.”
“She doesn’t have her things,” I say. “The bag is at the door.”
“I can go back and get it,” he offers. “How are things there?”
“Okay.” I turn when I see her go into her side table and take out a couple of things and tuck them in the bag. “I’m pretty sure this guy has been going through her drawers and shit, and it’s not a stranger.”
“Yeah, I think the same,” he agrees. “Spoke to my pops.” He mentions Casey. “We’re adding more eyes at the ranch, and we’ll brief everyone that we have to on Monday.”
“Got it,” I reply, then turn around when I hear the sounds of the zipper on the suitcase. “We should be heading out in a bit.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” he offers.
“Will do,” I tell him, hanging up the phone, as I watch her wheel the case out into the living room. “Is that it?” I ask as she looks around and heads to the door to grab a couple of hats that are on the hat rack, and then she picks up her two pairs of boots.
“Yeah,” she confirms. “I just need to put these in a bag.” She holds up the items in her hand as she avoids looking at me when she walks into the kitchen to grab a plastic bag.
Once she comes back, I look over at her. “You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I think.” She takes a deep inhale. “Let’s go.”
She goes to grab the suitcase, her hand falling on top of mine. “I’ve got it,” I say and she quickly raises her hand from mine. I say the words that I’ve said in my dreams before but never thought I would say them out loud. “Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
LILAH
I get out of the truck and follow Emmett up the steps of his house as he carries my luggage in one hand and the plastic bag in the other. My heart hammers in my chest as he walks into the house and looks back at me.
“Go pick a room,” he urges me, motioning with his head toward the side of the house where I know Lucy’s bedroom is, along with a couple more closed doors. “Any room is yours.”
“Okay,” I say, walking toward the hallway and looking behind me, wondering if he will follow me. “Is there a room you don’t want me using?”
“No one has ever been in those rooms,” he says, and I’m not surprised. “They both have a king-sized bed.”
“Well, I don’t want to—” I start, not sure which room to choose, and he walks in front of me.
“This one,” he chooses, walking past me toward the room at the back of the house, exactly where his room is, just on the opposite side of the house. He opens the door and steps in as I follow him, seeing the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. The walls are white, and the only color the room has is the blue throw pillows on the bed. Even the walls are white, and there is a small off-white dresser against one wall. I look around as my feet sink into the plush rug. “Is this okay?”