Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
A car pulled into the lot, and I grabbed her hand to walk back to the car. “Now that we’ve got a name, let’s check the database for information. It might tell us more about John Bowles. It also wouldn’t hurt to talk to Dino and see what he can find out.”
She raised a brow. “You think the detective will help?”
“That’s what he gets paid for… off the record, of course.”
“Of course.”
While Serenity drove back to her house, I scanned the roads to make sure no one followed us. I’d been taken by surprise too many times now, and it wasn’t going to happen again.
I hadn’t told Serenity that JB was one of the best sharpshooters around, or that he was an expert on bombs, since it was pretty obvious. But that wasn’t the only thing that worried me. The JB I knew wouldn’t stop or give up until he’d accomplished his goal. If that meant killing me, it meant one of us would die.
After all of his attempts on my life, I could see why he’d gone to such extreme measures last night. He was getting frustrated and reckless which meant things were bound to escalate. But it also meant he could make a mistake that I could capitalize on.
Still, at this point, he’d be coming for me, and he probably wouldn’t care who was in his way. That meant Serenity’s life was in more danger than she knew. Maybe it was time to leave her behind. She’d hate me, but if it saved her life, I had to consider it. Thoughts of her dying because of me sent cold chills down my spine.
Chapter 25
Serenity
Idrove into my garage and we hurried inside. Nate had been quiet for most of the ride, and I worried that he was still blaming himself for Johnny’s sorry state.
His emotions were usually hidden behind a stoic mask, but I’d learned how to read him better now, and it was easy to see that finding out about Johnny had brought back all those deep wounds he’d kept buried for so long.
As we entered the kitchen, I reached for his hand and wiggled my eyebrows. “Why don’t you get started on a search for Johnny-Two-Legs, and I’ll make us a sandwich.”
His lips twisted, and he tugged me against his chest. Closing his eyes, he inhaled. “How do you always smell so good?”
“It’s part of my natural charm.” I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck and meeting his gaze. “Is it working? Do you find me irresistible?”
He lowered his lips for a tender kiss. “Definitely. I’d say, if it wasn’t for this mess, I’d cart you back to bed for a week or two. But since this mess is what brought us together, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out first.”
“That’s probably best. But look at it this way—now we have something to look forward to once we’re done, right?”
He groaned. “Do I have to wait that long?”
“Hey! Maybe we’ll figure it out today? You never know.”
“You’re always putting a positive spin on things, aren’t you?” He stepped away, taking my hands in his. “In that case, I’d better get started.” He held my hands for a moment longer before heading to the office.
My heart fluttered, and I stood there like a love-sick dummy, watching him until he disappeared down the hall. Did I have it bad, or what? At least he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Still, what the hell was I doing? Sure, my body craved his touch, but now my heart was involved. If he walked away when this was over, would I have the strength to let him go?
Not wanting to think that far ahead, I got busy making a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches. I didn’t know what he liked on his, so I just made them the way I normally did, and took the plate and some potato chips into my office.
I set the plate down beside him, and he dove in, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. “Thanks. This is great.”
“You’re welcome. So how’s it going? Find anything?”
“There’s not much here, but I found a photo of Johnny.” He pointed to the monitor. “Is that the guy from your visions?”
I glanced at the screen, and my breath caught. “Yeah. That’s him all right.” He wasn’t wearing a hat, but there was no doubt it was the same guy. “What does it say about him?”
“His address is listed in Kansas.” He shook his head. “So that’s no help. It also mentions his service in the army and his honorable discharge, but that’s about it. I couldn’t find him on any of the regular social media accounts either, but that doesn’t mean he’s not using a fake name.”
I smirked. “Like Johnny-Two-Legs?” He snickered, and my brow furrowed. “So I guess he looked you up and found you here?”