Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She frowned. “Adorable is not exactly the description a woman wants to hear when she’s naked in bed with a huge, sexy biker.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “It was a compliment, baby. Somehow, you manage to be adorable and sexy as fuck all at the same time.”
“There you go again,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Talking like my very own book boyfriend.”
“Baby, don’t you think that after writing book boyfriends for so many readers out there, you deserve a real one of your own?”
“Good grief,” she muttered with a sniff. “You know how to make a girl swoon. Next thing we know, I’m going to be pregnant.”
“That’s the goal,” I murmured.
Thea laughed, clearly not realizing I was being totally serious. “You Neanderthals are all the same. Hunt, steal, breed.”
“Sounds like an excellent plan.”
She tilted her head to the side and studied me as if to discern whether I was being hyperbolic.
“Come on, baby. We’ve both got shit to do. Let's shower and go get some food.”
It took some coaxing to drag her out of bed, but I made it up to her by fulfilling my promise and fucking her up against the wall in the shower.
We found several of my brothers in the kitchen, chowing down on a breakfast casserole that smelled amazing. Courtney and Stella did a lot of the cooking these days, though most of us took the job here and there, so they had plenty of breaks. But many times, one of them would make breakfast or dinner and leave it for us to toss in the oven or even just eat cold. This casserole was one of our favorites.
“Gonna love this,” I told Thea with a grin. “Courtney makes several at a time and freezes them for us to eat whenever we aren’t in the mood to cook and neither of them are around.”
As predicted, Thea loved the casserole, but as we walked out of the kitchen, I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Still not as good as eating you for breakfast.”
Thea flushed bright red, making me smirk wickedly, for which I earned a promise of retribution. “Bring it on, baby,” I told her with a wink.
When we stopped at my office door, I unlocked it with a fingerprint and retinal scanner before ushering her inside.
“Wow,” she breathed as she looked around the room. There was an entire wall of monitors, as well as several computers set up on the half-circle desk in the center of the room.
There was also a micro-kitchen installed on the wall next to the couch. King had it put in when I worked three days straight and forgot to eat. More than once.
A bunch of gadgets were also scattered around the room, ones I didn’t explain the function of because they were top secret or illegal.
Once the little tour was done, I pointed at a desk, then the couch. “You can set up shop in either place. Wherever you’re most comfortable.”
Thea smiled and wandered over to the couch, flopping down on it, then wiggling around to get comfy.
Laughing, I handed her the laptop bag I’d been carrying for her, which had been tucked in her suitcase when I lugged her out of her house.
I pointed at a red button on the wall next to the door. “You need anything, press that.”
“I thought you were never supposed to push the big red button,” Thea said cheekily.
“It sends a signal to my headphones, playing a tone that lets me know someone is here or needs something.” Rolling my eyes, I turned and walked around to sit at my desk. “And Blaze thought it was fucking hilarious to make it a big red fucking button.”
“Okay,” she replied, clearly repressing her laughter. “I’ll try not to bother you.”
“You’re never a bother, baby,” I stated. “I take care of what’s mine. You need something, you come to me.”
Thea huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “That bossy, growly, possessive act should not be so hot,” she snapped.
A grin spread across my face, and I winked at her as I put on my headphones. “But it is, so why keep fighting it?”
She glared at me, making me chuckle as I got down to business.
I compiled all of the information I had for Thea’s stalker—which, admittedly, wasn’t much. But I’d had less to go on before.
I set up several searches that would comb through every corner of the web that I could access. If they caught a whiff of something, it would alert me. Then I would dig deeper—usually that meant hacking a database or server.
After several hours, I hadn’t made much progress, although something about the flower delivery shops niggled at my brain.
I decided to analyze them more closely—their locations, clientele, employees, even their inventory. The first few times Thea received flowers, they’d all been different. Then somehow, the stalker discovered her favorite flower because from then on, it was always Gerber daisies. Since they weren’t sold at every shop, I ruled out those two. However, when I plotted them all out on a map, it felt like something was missing. So I added the discarded nurseries to the map, then stood back to look at it from a larger perspective.