Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“I’m here to get a job done,” he said quietly, his big body lit with Niall’s headlights. It made him look like some freaking shadow daddy. “I’m tired, Harlow. I want to be done. I want to come home.”
She barely managed to not roll her eyes. “Well, I’ll try to help you get out of Dallas as soon as possible. I still think you should go back to your truck. Miranda doesn’t know you’re in the club under false pretenses, does she?”
“I’ve never told anyone but you,” he replied. “You and my best friend are the only people in the world who know where I am.”
“I didn’t know where you were, Jensen. If I had I would have sent someone else in,” she said, slightly irritated at his poor hot-boy expression. “Now get back in your truck and meet me at the McKay-Taggart building. Look up the address on your phone. We both know you can Google.”
“I’ll explain it to her,” Jensen replied. “She doesn’t know your boyfriend either, but you brought him along. Why didn’t you bring Ruby?”
“Because Ruby is working on something…” She stopped, a frown coming over her face. “How do you know about Ruby?”
Ruby hadn’t become her partner until she got home from LA. They’d seen each other at The Hideout, but they hadn’t connected until Gabe had put them in a room together and had them do research on a potential Dom. Ruby had done her computer thing and Harlow had followed him, and they figured out he was a sex offender, called the cops, and saved The Hideout a whole lot of trouble.
And became besties and partners in what her dad called a slow dive into hell.
She wasn’t sure if that dive was for her or him, and she wasn’t about to ask.
But she did want to know how Jensen knew about Ruby.
He frowned her way. “Like you said. I can Google. Did you think I could walk into this city and not look you up? Not figure out what you’re doing?”
“Well, Jensen, I thought you wouldn’t care.” Since he was the one who had left her to rot in a jail prison where they handcuffed her not broken arm to a hospital bed.
“I told you, I didn’t walk away because I don’t care. I did it because I love you.”
Oh, she was not listening to that. Not for a fucking second. She put up a hand. “Don’t say those words to me.”
“They’re true. I get that you have moved on, but I haven’t. I can’t and I don’t think I ever will,” he replied simply like they were talking about the weather and not a relationship she once hoped would end in marriage and kids and white picket fences.
So unlike the passionate man she’d fallen for.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” he added quietly. “Seeing you again has thrown me off. Let’s talk about Miranda. You got her mom?”
“Her mom is with a bodyguard, and we’re going to move them both to a safe house.” She should at least let him know what she was doing. She’d decided this after long hours of thinking about how much to trust him. “She’s going to tell us everything she can about the organization.”
“I know more,” he replied. “You don’t need Miranda.”
Had he thought about this in any way? “You know if you are the witness for this particular prosecution, you’re going to have to divulge all the criminal crap you’ve done over the course of the last few years. You aren’t a cop. You don’t have immunity.”
He gave her a smirk that she wished wasn’t so sexy. “Bet I can get it. Besides, I haven’t done a ton of criminal crap. I mean some, obviously, or they wouldn’t trust me. The dude they think I offed for them is living in Oregon now. He’ll be happy to testify that I am a completely terrible assassin.”
The risks this man took. It made her ill. “If Hamilton ever finds out…”
“Then I’m dead and you move on with your boyfriend in there,” he shot back. “All I’m saying is I’m your witness. You don’t need Miranda. She can hunker down in the safehouse. Hamilton is supposed to be here soon and then this can all be over.”
“Because you intend to murder him.”
“Only if I get the chance,” Jensen agreed.
“You won’t get immunity for that. The prosecutors won’t need you. Do you even think?” It made her crazy, and she needed to be calm. She held a hand out, stopping his next argument. “Just go to the MT building and we’ll talk there.”
Before he could speak, a huff caught her attention and Harlow turned.
Miranda stood with a suitcase in hand, her eyes wide in the moonlight as she looked at Jensen. “Master J.”
Shit. This was about to go south. “Miranda, it’s not what you think.”