Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Jasper stabbed at the button for the penthouse, temper heating his blood.
Dax snorted next to him, and it was all Jasper could do not to punch him in the face.
Meanwhile, Leah somehow managed to get the helmet off and threw it on the tile floor, bashing her fists against the top of his ass.
“Knock it off,” he said.
She growled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
He shook his head. She had the audacity to be angry?
Dax wisely bit back a smile and leaned against the side of the elevator until the doors opened. They walked out.
“I’ll catch up with you two later,” he said, amusement far too evident in his voice as he strode across the expansive living area to one of the many bedrooms, easily sidestepping a series of blue and yellow Legos on his way.
Jasper walked toward the back of a sofa and flipped Leah over his shoulder to land safely on the thick cushions. Her wild hair flew all around her, and she pushed it out of the way before jumping to her feet, turning, and facing him. “What are you doing here?” She threw a teddy bear at him.
He caught it and gently placed the toy on the sofa table.
God, she was glorious. Her hair was thick and black, curling slightly as it hung down her back, and her eyes… Those eyes had haunted his moments—day and night—for far too long. They were dark brown like the mysterious depths of the cosmos, far beyond what the human eye could discern. Yet a light lived in them—one that had always entranced him. She was of average height, maybe five feet six inches, and her skin was smooth over sharply angled features.
She glanced beyond him to the door, obviously measuring the distance.
“Not a chance in hell.” He unzipped his leather jacket and tossed the heavy material to the floor.
She shook her finger at him. “Why are there teddy bears and Legos all over this place?”
Truth be told, books, tiny cars, Legos, and stuffed animals were strewn across the luxurious penthouse living room. “It’s Benjamin Reese’s property. He invests heavily in real estate and often lets us bunk at one of his places for a night or two.” Jasper flicked a glance at a miniature science set shoved into the corner. “I think he and his mate are trying to populate the world with miniature Benjamins. They have at least three boys, if not four. Maybe five by now.” Which was rare in the immortal world, and frankly frightening, considering Benny had never been all that stable or sane. Still, the guy did share his properties with all his friends.
Leah took a deep breath. “That’s great. We should vacate this place and give Benjamin and his progeny their home back.”
Benny was probably already back in the States, and Jasper had more important problems right now. His irritation had finally simmered enough that he could talk rationally. “What the hell did you think you were doing in that alley this late at night?”
She smacked both hands against her forehead as if she couldn’t believe his lack of intelligence. “I was trying to catch a Kurjan.”
The words echoed in his head several times as his temper spiraled into an unhealthy zone. “You were trying to catch a Kurjan,” he repeated slowly. There was no way he had heard that correctly.
“Yes,” she said. “And you completely messed up my very strategic plan.”
He tried not to shake his head, considering he felt like she had sprayed him in the face with water. A headache roared in, threatening his temples. “Why were you trying to catch a Kurjan?” he asked with as much calmness as he could muster.
She took a deep breath as if the idea of explaining herself was too much right now. “I’m doing my job, Jasper, and you blew it.” She glanced at a thick watch on her wrist. “Though the shifters should be okay by now. They would’ve been able to push out those bullets, and I’m sure the Kurjans are gone.” She chewed on her lip, her gaze darting away as if she’d forgotten his presence in the room. “I’m going to have to pay them double now.”
He reared up, careful to keep his arms loose at his sides so he didn’t lunge over the back of the sofa and grab her. “Excuse me?”
She frowned. “Well, we had the op ready to go, and you screwed it all up. Yeah, I’m going to have to pay them double. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have to pay them triple.”
He chuckled then because there was nothing else he could do. “You’re not going on another mission.” He spoke slowly. Maybe she had a head injury.
“The heck, I’m not. This took me months to put into place.” In her dark jeans and form-fitting leather jacket, she looked svelte, sexy, and a little bit dangerous. He liked that about her. He always had.