Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes at the little perve. “You two enjoy your meal, I’ll call you both during the week.” They gave me quick hugs as we exchanged goodbyes, and then we all hopped into our respective cars.
As I drove home, I could admit to myself that, though I was wiped, I wasn’t that wiped. I didn’t feel a need to go straight home because I was tired. The truth was, I’d missed Dax.
Having made arrangements to head out early with his brothers for a game of paintballing they’d booked at a place just outside of Redwater, I’d only spoken briefly with him this morning. He’d caught a quick breakfast and left way before I’d finished my own food. I had been invited to join them, but I had plans of my own.
Dax and I had texted each other a few times during the day but, oddly enough, that had only made me want to see him more. I loved going out with my sisters. Loved our daytrips and girls’ nights and all that jazz. But right now, all I wanted was to go home, have dinner with Dax, and then maybe spend a little time with him.
As such, when I finally drove past the “Welcome to Oakengrove” sign, I inwardly smiled.
It hadn’t come as a surprise that he’d asked to choose my outfit again that morning, considering he often did that when we would be spending most of the day apart. The teasing motherfucker still hadn’t explained why, but I wasn’t giving up on trying to squeeze the answer out of him.
Having come up with various theories, I’d questioned him on each of them …
Is it a control thing?
Is it that you only like certain outfits I own?
Are you secretly into some elements of BDSM?
Is this just all part of your liking to keep me on my toes?
Each time, he’d responded in the negative. And he hadn’t bothered to hide his amusement that being in the dark made me—
A massive impact slammed into the side of my car’s rear end, sending it swerving.
My body jerked, and my head whipped sideways and hit the window hard. As the seatbelt snapped taut, I slammed my foot on the brakes and viciously yanked at the wheel. Tires screeched as my car roughly skidded and spun. A large puff of white rammed into my front, thrusting me back against the seat.
Abruptly, the car stopped, jolting my body yet again. A deafening silence fell, heavy and shocked.
My insides seizing, I stuttered out a breath and double-blinked, lost and confused. I couldn’t think through the fog hazing my mind. Couldn’t shake off the numbness steadily taking over.
My heart going a mile a minute, I shoved at the white cloud in front of me, making it shrink. Airbag, I thought.
I sat there unmoving, adrenaline coursing through me. Time seemed to slow. Or stop. I didn’t know.
Sensing something warm and slick trickling down the side of my face, I briefly frowned and raised trembling fingers toward it.
The driver’s door was ragged open. “Addison? Addison, are you okay?”
Blinking, I slowly turned my head just as Jenson leaned his own into my car.
He looked me over, a sense of panicked urgency in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” I stiffly went to get out, but he placed a restrictive hand on my shoulder.
“Stay there. Try not to move.” He patted his pocket. “Shit, I don’t have Dax’s number. Where’s your phone?”
I swallowed. “Huh?”
“Your phone, sweetheart,” he said, his voice calm and soothing. “Where is it?”
I weakly pointed at the cell in the cupholder.
“We need to call Dax, okay? Can you do that?”
“Sure.” I lifted it with a shaky hand, dialed his number, and put the phone to my ear.
It rang a few times before he answered, “Yes?”
At the sound of his voice, awareness began to creep in, chasing some of the fog from my mind. “Uh … I think I might need you to pick me up.”
A pause. “What? Why?”
“I probably shouldn’t drive my car anywhere right now. I guess I could walk, but …”
“Addison, what’s the matter?”
I touched the wetness tickling my face. My fingers came away with blood. Reality slammed into me like a punch to the solar plexus, and I started to shake.
Something had crashed into my car, making it swerve like crazy.
No, someone had crashed into it.
My heart leaped in my chest and I sucked in a breath, wincing as pain radiated through my smarting chest.
“Addison, answer me,” he gritted out.
Jenson held his hand out. “Give me the phone, hon. Good.” He put it to his ear and stepped back. “Dax, man, don’t panic; she seems all right. Thaddeus crashed his car into hers.” He broke off, jerking away from the cell with a cringe. “By the pool nearest your villa … No, he’s gone. Ran like a coward … She’s good, really, just a little out of it … Yeah. Will do.” Jenson returned my phone to me. “He’s on his way.”