Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I don’t need the burger?” I asked carefully.
Wolf, oblivious to the dangerous territory he’d just entered into, continued to run his stupid mouth.
“No,” he said. “There’s no point for you to take a little itty bitty hamburger home. That’s not even a proper meal. That’s more like a snack or something to that effect. It’s just enough to remind you that you want more, and you can’t have it.”
I carefully opened the Styrofoam box as the server, a young woman around my age, looked at me sympathetically, shook her head, and left.
Placing my burger into the large partition in the box, which I admit was on the small side since I’d eaten most of it, I glared at Wolf.
“Ready,” I said carefully, trying not to betray my anger.
Wolf stood up with barely contained impatience.
“If you didn’t want to go to dinner with me, you should’ve just said,” I growled at Wolf’s retreating back.
Wolf didn’t slow until he came to the front entrance. Holding the door open to the little diner he’d stopped to take me to, he glared at me.
“I wanted to eat just as much as you did,” he muttered.
I chose to be silent the rest of the way. There was no way in hell I was going to bug him when he was acting like he was.
I didn’t know what the deal with him was, and to be honest, I didn’t really care.
I’d had a bad damn day. Again.
I’d been fired. I was now practically homeless.
Thankfully, though, Travis had offered to help me move into his rental house across town from where I was staying, but I didn’t want any fucking handouts.
If I wasn’t working there anymore, then there was no fucking point in getting the discounted rate that Travis was trying to still offer me.
Which now meant I was job searching and house hunting.
During my house hunting/job search, I’d had a call from the sheriff, a man I’d never met before, asking me where the hell I was.
Apparently, I was supposed to be somewhere with him, and I hadn’t showed.
Thinking something was wrong and I hadn’t been informed, I’d rushed to the sheriff’s office only to be shot at in the parking lot on my walk inside.
The moment the shots rang out I’d been taken down from behind by that bear, the sheriff, now known to me as Ridley.
Needless to say, I was not in a good mood.
I’d had a very shitty, no good, God awful, very bad day.
And now he was handing me shit that I didn’t need to deal with.
“I want to go home,” I murmured angrily.
Wolf gave me a look that clearly said what he thought about me going home.
“Like I’d take you back to your place after how well Travis looked out for you today. No. You’re going to my place.”
I decided not to argue with him.
Maybe after he cooled off, I could reason with him.
But halfway during his drive home he got a call that clearly took precedence over what he was doing.
“Fuck me,” he growled, swinging his truck around to head in the opposite direction.
I told myself not to ask, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“One of the men I’ve been using as an informant was shot tonight and is at the county hospital,” he murmured darkly.
When we arrived at my apartment and got out of the car, I hurried up the steps, but even as fast as my legs were moving Wolf still beat me.
He opened the door with the key out of my hand, and made a quick but thorough sweep through the house.
While he was doing that. I put my hamburger in the fridge and watched him move.
Once he was appeased, he stopped in front of me, and then yanked me to him.
“I’m going to tell Travis to pull his head out of his ass and watch over you. Don’t leave the apartment. I’ll be back.”
Without giving me a chance to argue, he was gone, leaving me shivering as his body heat dissipated from my side.
“Goddammit,” I breathed. “What are you doing to me, Wolf?”
Of course nobody answered, and I had no answers for that burning question.
Chapter 9
I’m not the girl that everyone loves, but at least I’m not the girl that everyone has had.
-Raven’s secret thoughts
Raven
I woke to the smell of him on my sheets, and the imprint of his head on my pillow.
At some point during the night he must have returned, and now, at seven fifty in the morning, he was gone again.
And so was my fucking hamburger. Although I didn’t realize that until much later as I was dreaming about it.
My day started like any other.
I got up. Washed my face. Brushed my hair and then threw it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head.