Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I just flip him off. He fucking loves me, and he knows it.
"A concussion hallucination?" Flint scrubs a hand through his hair, chuckling. "First time I've heard that."
"Gunner is on his way to look at her."
"I don't need to be looked at," she grumbles, scowling at me again. "I guess you're real."
"Yeah?" I smile at her. "What finally gave it away?"
She pointedly ignores me again, and I want to turn her face back to me, just to keep those eyes on me. I like it a lot better when she's looking at me.
"When did you last eat anything, Morgan?" Walker asks, his voice soft in a way it only is when he's talking to a frightened animal or his wife, Letty.
"Um…" Her gaze darts to me and then away. "I may have borrowed an apple from the barn last night. I don't have any money to pay you back for it right now, but I will, I promise."
"It's okay," I murmur, tugging her a little closer. "You aren't in trouble."
"Says the jerk who threatened to call the sheriff on me," she sniffs.
Flint arches a brow at me.
"She wouldn't tell me her name," I mutter by way of explanation. "I wasn't actually going to call him." I'm not that big of an asshole. If someone is willing to bed down with a horse just to stay warm, that isn't a crime. It's a goddamn tragedy.
"I want to call him," she mutters under her breath. "I've been kidnapped by the devil."
Walker hears her and chuckles, making her startle in my arms. Her gaze flies to his, her cheeks turning pink. "How about we make you a deal? You let Gunner take a look at you," he negotiates. "I'll have my wife make you something to eat. And then you can get a shower and wash the barn off you."
"What do I have to do?" she asks, her tone leery.
"Let Blaze keep an eye on you, just to make sure you're okay," he says.
"Blaze?" She blinks at him and then groans, tipping her head up to look at the ceiling. "Great. Of course he has a ridiculously hot cowboy name to go with his stupid-hot smirk."
Flint chuckles again, but I just grin at her like a fucking idiot. A motherfucker could get used to this girl calling him hot.
"What do you say?" Walker asks after a moment.
"Fine," she says, then narrows her eyes at me. "But only if you make him put me down."
My hands automatically tighten on her. And that's about the time I realize that I am so fucking done for. I don't want to let her go. Like…at all.
Fuck my life.
Chapter Three
Morgan
Gunner might be the tallest man I've ever seen. He's also as thin as a reed, with a goofy smile. I like him instantly, much to Blaze's annoyance.
"Are you a nurse or something?" I ask him.
"Nope. Just a cowboy." He doesn't say much, unlike Blaze, who talks far too much and manages to say very little of actual importance.
"Cowboys know medical stuff?"
"He was in the military," Blaze answers for him. "He was a medic."
"Oh." I guess that makes sense. It's not like I know much about life on a ranch. My dad took a few odd jobs on them before he died when I was fifteen, but he never took me to work with him.
Flint watches from the opposite side of the room, not saying anything. Walker ducked out right after Gunner got here, promising to bring me food. It's embarrassing how much I hope he wasn't kidding.
"She doesn't have a concussion," Gunner drawls after checking me over thoroughly.
"Pity," I sigh, earning a dark glare from Blaze.
"Good," he growls. "You can stop touching her now."
Gunner just chuckles and then steps back, his hands raised like he intends to show that he isn't a danger to me. The way he keeps looking at Blaze, though, I get the distinct impression the move is more for his benefit than mine.
Rude.
I don't really want to know why Blaze is acting like a madman. Maybe it's how he always acts. I mean, he did kidnap me, and his horse is named Jon Bon Pony. If normal is a scale, I think he might be on the side of it that's less than average.
I just want to pee, wash the hay and dirt off me, and pretend I'm not being babysat by the world's hottest—and most infuriating—cowboy. Is that too much to ask?
"Can I use the bathroom now?" I ask.
"Yeah, baby," Blaze murmurs, immediately stepping closer to me.
I hate the way I want to lean into him. I also hate the way my whole body clenches. I do not like him. Except…I think I do. Even if he did kidnap me, he's been kind to me. It's been a while since anyone treated me with basic decency.