Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Brandon had been so happy that I’d survived, until the visions started. I remembered the exact moment his eyes changed from love to abhorrence… like I’d turned into a monster.
It didn’t help that I’d embraced my newfound ability, deciding to actually make a career out of it. I’d always wanted to help people, and now I had this gift. I had to use it. But, for Brandon, that was the last straw.
He hated the idea that I could learn information just by touching someone or something, and fear pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t even stand to let me touch him, and I finally realized that no amount of begging or talking would ever change that.
I could never go back to who I was before the accident, but he couldn’t go forward with who I’d become. I understood that, but why couldn’t he agree to the terms of the divorce instead of suing me? I knew it was all about the insurance money, and I’d even agreed to give him some of it, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
Sure… he was angry, but claiming I’d ruined his life was ridiculous. He’d done that himself. He just wanted me to suffer, because he claimed I’d made him suffer. It was pointless and discouraging, and the last nine months had been hell.
Before I knew it, we were back at Vanetti’s, and I made a pit stop at the restroom before joining Stone in his office. He’d already started the surveillance video, pushing the arrows to make it go faster or slower, depending on what was going on. I sat beside him and watched, only stopping him if I thought I saw someone familiar.
By the time we got done, the work day was over. I’d seen enough to know that the man from my vision wasn’t any of the people on the video. But that wasn’t the worst of it. For some reason, it had irked me to watch so many women throw themselves at Stone. Didn’t anyone have any dignity these days?
Stone put the thumb drive in his desk drawer and slowly stretched, careful of his bruises and sore muscles. I tried not to stare, but couldn’t help myself. There was just something about watching him move that mesmerized me.
He caught me staring, and a blush stained my cheeks. “Uh… I may not have picked up anything on the video, but I still think The Comet Club is worth checking out.”
“You want to go back?” His brows rose and he studied me for a moment.
“Yeah. Look, I’m sorry I overreacted back there.” I didn’t like having bad feelings between us, and I wanted Stone to know I could apologize when I was wrong.
“It’s not a big deal.” One corner of his mouth quirked. “It was probably bad timing on my part. Do… you want to talk about it?”
My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “So, The Comet Club?”
“Sure. We can head over there before we meet the boys at the park tonight.” He paused. “But that means you’ll have to dress up.”
I blinked. “Well… yeah… of course.” Did he think I didn’t know how to go clubbing? Tightening my jaw, I tamped down my defensiveness before I made things even worse.
“It also wouldn’t hurt to lose that jacket. You look too much like a cop.”
I glanced down at my clothes, knowing he was right. In fact, I’d dressed like this for that very reason. Not being able to completely suppress my frustration, I couldn’t help asking. “Well then, what would you suggest?” I wasn’t so sure that ‘the boys’ thinking I was a cop was such a bad thing.
His eyes narrowed, and his assessing gaze flicked over me. I swallowed, and a shiver ran down my spine. In a moment of weakness, I licked my lips, just to see his eyes darken, and boy… did they. “You know what? Don’t answer that.” I raised my brows. “I’m a professional. I’ll wear what I want, even if the snake gang doesn’t like it.”
Rolling his eyes, he shrugged, wincing a little before he could mask it.
My stomach gave a little squirm. “You okay? That looked like it hurt.”
“My shoulder’s just a little sore.” His voice firmed. “I’m fine.”
“Okay. Uh… I brought most everything I thought I would need for a couple of days in my suitcase. It’s in my car, but I need to go home and get a dress for the club.” I glanced away, unsure how to ask my next question. “So, are we staying here? In your apartment? That wasn’t real clear to me.”
Stone closed his eyes and huffed out a breath. “I guess that would work. There’s a spare room.” His gaze met mine. “You’d probably be more comfortable here than at my house?”
“That’s true.” Even though I wouldn’t mind seeing where he lived, going to his house seemed way too intimate for me.