Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“No. Fuck no. Seriously?”
“You really are a bonehead,” Remy mutters.
Molly presses her palms against the table and stands. “I’m going to go get dressed.” She rests her hand on my shoulder. “Griff’s taking me shopping for a few things I need in my dorm.”
Good cover story. I will myself to not react even as I’m already trying to measure in my head how big of a mirror I can fit downstairs.
“Be right back.” She leans over and kisses my cheek.
Now that Molly’s gone, Remy sits back and glares at me.
“What now? You heard her, she wants to go.”
His angry stare burns even hotter.
“I thought you were happy for us.”
Finally, he opens his mouth. “While you’re out shopping today, consider picking up some soundproof tiles.”
“Uhhh…” I don’t like where this conversation is headed.
He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table. “Do you have any idea how disturbing it is to hear my best friend knocking boots with my little sister?”
My eyes bug and heat rushes over my forehead and down my face. “Then why were you listening, creep?” I choke out. “You could’ve, I don’t know, not been in the kitchen.”
“I left the house. Got groceries. Stopped by the bar. Returned to the house. And it was still…” He closes his eyes briefly and wretches. “You know what? I’m not talking about this.”
“Good. That would be my preference too.” I lean forward and pin him with a don’t fuck with me stare. “Do not tell Molly you heard a thing. She’ll die of embarrassment.”
He stares at me with wide eyes. “Why the fuck you think I waited until she went upstairs, you filthy, sister-corrupting gremlin?”
I cover my mouth with one hand.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” Remy warns.
“Hey, you asked me to move in. I had a whole-ass apartment of my own where you wouldn’t have heard a thing.”
“You’re right.” He sighs and picks up his plate. “Just, please, for my sanity…I’ll be at the bar all afternoon, so go nuts. But…Jesus.”
“Wait.” I hate that I’m about to ask this. “How bad is it? What’s the sound radius we’re talking about? Like, could you hear…things…all the way upstairs?”
He grits his teeth. “No. Thank God.”
I blow out a relieved breath. “Okay.”
He returns to glaring.
A couple dozen smart-ass comments come to mind but I wash them down with another sip of coffee, then stand and clear the table.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Griff
We came home too late to install the mirror. Especially after Remy’s noise complaints. But it’s my first project of the day. We’d gone to sleep after some extremely quiet snuggle-fucking.
My room’s eerily quiet.
And chilly.
I pry my eyes open. Barely any light filters through the small, high window.
Molly’s side is empty.
I sit up, listening for any sounds. She must be in the bathroom.
I lie back down, waiting for her to return. My eyes close briefly, then snap back open.
Throwing off the covers, I roll out of bed and yawn, scrubbing my hand over my face. My girl said she had a very specific way she wanted to wake up this morning.
And she has to go back to school later tonight.
Nope, don’t think about that now.
The hallway’s dark. “Molly?” She’s not on the couch.
The bathroom door’s open and it’s dark inside.
Where the fuck did she go?
I return to my room and grab a pair of gym shorts from my dresser. If Remy didn’t want to hear us, I’m pretty sure that means he doesn’t want to run into me with my balls swinging in the breeze either.
Is she having second thoughts? Oh, fuck, I hope she’s not upset about going back to campus tonight. She’s going if I have to drop her off myself. I will not be the reason she starts skipping classes.
I open the back door and peer outside. The porch is clear. Her car’s in the driveway.
Moving through the dark house, I check the couch, and the laundry room. It’s a big house but there are only a handful of spots where Molly spends a lot of time.
Only place left to check is her room upstairs.
Molly
My door squeaks but I’m in too much pain to bother opening my eyes to see who it is. If it’s a murderer, then this is how my story ends.
“Molly?” Griff whispers.
I groan and tighten into a ball.
“Why’re you up here? I thought we said we were waking each other up in a certain way?” His voice is light at first, then concern bleeds into his words. “Molly? You okay?”
Bright light floods my room. I shriek and pull the comforter over my face. “No lights,” I moan.
“What’s wrong?” Darkness returns. I sigh in relief and push the comforter off my face.
The door clicks shut. I open my eyes and Griff’s hurrying to my side of the bed. He kneels next to me, resting his hand over my forehead. “Shit, you’re kinda clammy. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”