Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
It will be convenient having him nearby, especially if she plans on hanging out with him a lot. I want my girl close. In fact, I’ve been wanting to keep her by my side permanently. Ever since the fire, something shifted between us. An unbreakable bond formed. I’m going to ask her to live with me, but I have to find a way to delicately propose it to her in a way she doesn’t think it’s just some possessive caveman reason to keep her safe and watched over.
I love her.
I want her.
I need to protect her at all costs.
I’m trying to imagine her sleek sense of decorating style taking over my cabin. Honestly, it makes my dick hard thinking of her permanently there, spending each waking minute with me. A grin tugs at my lips as I push into Loden’s cabin.
He’s sprawled out on his couch in nothing but his boxers looking like a fucking tattooed porn star. I admit it’s irritating that he’s glued to my girl all the time when I know he’s a good-looking guy. But seeing him in his fucking underwear around my fucking girl has me seeing red.
“You look awfully cozy,” I sneer, my gaze sweeping his cabin, looking for Charlotte. “She better not be naked and dripping with your jizz, or so help me I’ll beat you over the head with your guitar.”
“Charlotte?” Loden says, sitting up and placing the guitar down on the coffee table. His muscles flex, which, in turn, makes me fist my hands, ready to pummel this guy.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
He rises to his feet, displaying all his rock god glory down to the giant fucking dick he’s packing in his boxers. Yeah, I’m going to kill him.
“Dude, she left like thirty minutes ago.”
His words take a second to sink in. “What?”
“When I got out of the shower, she left.”
“Where the fuck is she?” I demand, my blood running cold.
“I don’t fucking know.” He picks up his phone and dials. “Not answering.”
“Maybe she went to see Mom and Dad,” I mutter, my mind racing. “Call her parents and her siblings. See if she’s with one of them. Get dressed and meet me back at my place in a few.”
I run out the front door, easily finding the path that leads to the old Campfire Chaos cabin that my parents took over. I dial her a few times on the way there, but she doesn’t answer. The lights are on at my parents’ cabin, and I hope like hell Charlotte stopped by to visit them. Mom and Dad adore Charlotte. Even after the fire, which she for some reason feels guilty for, they love her.
After stomping up the steps, I push open the door, my eyes searching for her. Dad’s in his recliner watching television and Mom is sitting on the couch reading.
“Where’s Charlotte?” I demand, my chest heaving.
Dad cranes his neck around to look at me. “Not here. What’s wrong?”
“She’s…” I scrub my palm over my face. “She was at Lo’s and then left thirty minutes ago to come to my place. Never arrived.”
Dad climbs out of his chair and starts for me. “She’s gone? Disappeared?”
“She wouldn’t just leave without telling me,” I croak out. “Dad, something’s wrong.”
“I’ll get dressed and head up to the police station. Keep looking for her,” Dad barks out. “Kate, start calling her parents and family.”
Mom leaps into action, grabbing her phone, while Dad rushes to his room. I bolt out the door and head back to my place. As I near my truck, I find her purse half buried in the snow.
Fuck.
Fuck no.
I scoop it up as Loden approaches.
“She dropped this,” I hiss out. “Someone fucking took her.”
Loden gasps when I thrust the purse at him. “Find Penny. See if she can figure out where she might have gone to. You have my number. Call me if you find anything out.”
I rush back into the house, hunting for my baseball bat. Terrence is in his room with the door shut.
“T!” I bark out, banging on the door. “Someone took Charlotte. We gotta find her!”
He flings open the door, his eyes wild with confusion. “Took?”
“It has to be that fuckface Cuntingham.”
All five of us are crammed into my truck—trying to find out where the fuck Charlotte could have gone. I’m up front with Terrence while Roan, Hollis, and Jordy are squeezed into the back. We went by Michael’s house, but she wasn’t there. Neither were Michael or Ryan. Now we’re headed to Tyler’s apartment.
Once I pull into his complex and park right up front, on the curb, Roan and I jump out. The others are on their phones, calling people to see if they can find her. Roan and I both walk into the lobby of the complex, baseball bats in our hands, on a mission. After we shake down some dork in the hallway, we learn where this dude’s place is. A few minutes later, Roan kicks the door in like the motherfucking badass fireman he is, and we storm in.