Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Which I wouldn’t put it past her to try.
Regardless of what she thought, we did have morals. The only reason I kept an eye on her was for her safety.
She stood suddenly and bolted forward, pushing the small armchair out of view of the camera. I waited a few minutes, then carefully rolled the lens and began to chuckle when I found her again. She had shoved the chair right into the opposite corner, sitting in it proudly. Her legs were drawn up, her head resting on her hands. I had no doubt if she thought she could move the bed, she would do the same thing.
Her message was clear. I’d told her I couldn’t see that side of the room.
Stop looking at me.
With a sigh, I rolled the lens back into place. I could give her that.
For now.
I entered her room a little while later. She was still in the corner, book in hand. She glared at me when I walked in, her gaze following me as I approached.
Silently, I set the coffee and cupcakes on the table in front of her. Turning, I walked to the bed and sat down. We stared at each other for a minute. “You moved your chair.”
“I like my privacy.” She sniffed. “If I can believe what you said and you’re not watching me all the time.”
“I’m not. If you want your chair there, it’s fine.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Sean saved you some cupcakes.”
“Hmph.”
I quirked my eyebrow at her. “Do I need to take a bite of one?”
“No.”
“You trust me now?”
“I’m tired of sharing your germs.” She wrinkled her nose. “God knows where that mouth of yours has been. I’ll take my chances.”
My lips twitched. “Okay, then.”
“I looked for the camera.”
I was surprised at her admission.
“Did you find it?”
“Duh, fuckwit. If I had, I would have ripped it out of the wall.”
I tilted my head at her. “Who said it was in the wall?”
She grimaced, and I knew she’d been fishing.
“It’s there for your safety. I don’t spy on you or watch you in the bathroom.”
She turned her head. “Whatever.”
I slapped my hands on my thighs. “Hey.”
She looked at me. I leaned forward, meeting her eyes. “I don’t. And rest assured, if the camera was on and you were anything less than decent, I would shut it off.” I straightened. “Your safety.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I will until you believe it.” I sighed. “Keep your chair in the corner if you want. Enjoy your privacy. We’ll still come in and check on you.”
“Fine. I’m going to sleep soon anyway. You can’t see me in the dark either.”
I decided not to correct her misconception. Instead, I stood and walked to the door. “Eat your cupcakes. Sean got them special for you.”
She snorted. “I figured.”
I stopped, my hand on the handle. “Oh?”
She rolled her eyes. “You guys don’t seem like the cupcake sort.”
“What sort do we seem like?”
“I dunno—donuts, maybe?”
“That’s copper food.”
“Oh, right. Well, whatever hit-men-for-hire eat.”
“Pie.”
“Pie?”
“We hit-men-for-hire like pie.”
“Any particular kind?”
“Blueberry.” I grinned. “You gonna make me one, Kitten?”
She rolled her eyes again. “Only if I can find some strychnine,” she muttered.
I laughed all the way down the hall.
Skylar
His laughter faded away, and I sighed in relief. Cian—Tony…whatever his real name happened to be—was far too overwhelming. His very presence made me nervous, and if I was honest with myself, not just because I knew he had a gun. I hadn’t seen it in his hand since the first day, although I was pretty sure it was tucked into the back of his pants. There was something about him that caused flutters in my stomach and made my throat dry every time he stepped into the room. When he’d winked at me earlier, I swore my heart skipped a beat, and before I could stop myself, I had smiled at him. The look he gave me when I did was so…joyful, I had to drop my eyes to my plate.
Why would he really care if I smiled at him?
And his laughter—it was infectious. His already handsome face became even more so when his eyes crinkled and his smile grew wider. It made me want to laugh with him, which only made me madder at the whole situation. I should be scared to death and doing everything I could to cooperate. He made me nervous, but I wasn’t frightened of him the way I should be. Instead, I fought him, covering my nerves with bravado.
He found my attitude amusing for some reason, which further irritated me, so I retaliated by pushing his buttons. His green eyes would flash when I started arguing with him, his entire body becoming tense as his hands gestured wildly and his voice became louder. He often tugged on his hair in vexation, as he tried to convince me to accept his word that he had only brought me here to be safe. His voice was so sincere at times, I almost believed him. Many times, I fought the compulsion to pull his hands away from his head and soothe his poor scalp with my fingers.