Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
She has commitment written all over her pretty little ass, that’s not for me. My female companionship these days, which is few and far between, runs more to the seedy type that aren’t looking for any serious attachments.
Since my wife was murdered right before my eyes I’ve had no interest in forming anything even remotely resembling a close relationship with another woman.
I’d already failed at keeping one safe, no way in hell was I going to risk another one’s life. And this one looked like she’d need someone to protect her high society ass twenty-four seven. Nope! Best to send her on her way now before this shit gets out of hand.
I had no idea why she was here, but I knew she was in more danger now than she had been the night before, from me. My dick had already made up his mind and I know when that shit happens it’s hard as fuck for me to get his ass back under control.
With that thought in mind I went into asshole mode straight off the bat. Best to send her scurrying back to town than to encourage whatever the fuck this is.
“I asked you a question. What are you doing here Princess? Didn’t you interrupt my peace enough last night?” I saw something die in her eyes and my gut knotted, but I stood my ground.
Her eyes looked like her old man’s the night before. If she starts that crying shit I’ll shoot myself in the fucking foot. Just what I need, an innocent, wet behind the ears kid sniffing around my ass.
In all fairness she hadn’t done any sniffing and I still didn’t know what had brought her here. In fact I seemed to be the one who was making more of this than she was. But I couldn’t get that feeling I’d got the night before, or the way her eyes had followed me when I left the station out of my mind.
When her lips trembled I felt like a monster. And then the light literally dimmed from her eyes and I could’ve kicked my own ass for being the cause. I huffed out a sigh and tried to pretend that she wasn’t getting to me by just standing there.
She held out the flowers to me and I lifted my brow cynically. That was a first; no one has ever bought me flowers before. “What is this?” I refused to reach my hand out to take them.
“I just wanted to come by and thank you once again for what you did last night.” Her voice shook with uncertainty and she looked somehow smaller if that were possible. Almost like my words had made her shrink into herself.
I was still more than ready to tell her and her flowers to get the fuck gone, but that feeling from the night before came back hard. Fuck! What is it with this girl? Is someone out to end her or some fuck? Why else would my feelings be this involved?
She’s certainly not my type, not even when I was on the prowl. So why is she tying me up in knots like this? Why can’t I get her off my damn mind? And why can’t I tell her to just go away? It was on the tip of my tongue to do just that, but again, that feeling…
“Come on in.” The words were out before I could think better of the invite. Harley, that disrespectful traitorous fuck was eyeing her like she was his new best friend. Fucker didn’t even bark once.
Had he done so, I would’ve known to duck and hide before she caught sight of me. His worthless ass. I’m sure she was wondering what the crazy man was sneering at this time.
Meanwhile my damn attack dog that I’d spent years training to kill was all but rolling around in the grass at her feet. I turned and climbed up the porch steps and opened the door ignoring both of them.
I left it open after she walked in behind me because I wasn’t about to leave myself alone with her. I was still finding it hard to believe that she wasn’t jailbait. At least I no longer have to castigate myself for believing that I’d become something I hate. Can’t stand fucking perverts.
I had enough manners to take the flowers when she held them out to me this time and looked around for something to put them in.
I found an old tin can and filled it with water before putting them in the window over the sink. It was too big to fit so I put them on the coffee table in the living room.
6
Braden
She was still standing in the doorway all but wringing the skin off her hands. “Coffee?” I moved to get myself a cup and acknowledged her refusal with a grunt. I wasn’t even trying to be an asshole, it just seems to come naturally with this one.