Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I had three unsolved murders on my plate, and I had about ten people to talk to today about them.
The coffee pot finished brewing, and I placed ‘order’ on my phone for groceries that I knew would be over the top to my little Maverick.
The last thing I did before leaving was clean up after myself, then order a meal to be sent to the hospital for her.
After locking and closing her door, thankful that I didn’t need to move any iguana tails out of the way as I did, I headed outside to my truck.
I was just pulling out when I saw Costas drive by again.
Why was he here?
My Netflix queue looks like I’m trying to learn how to be a murderer.
—Hollis to Quincy
HOLLIS
My day had been rough.
Not because of a bad day workwise, but because I’d been so freakin’ tired.
I should’ve taken Quincy’s advice and called in sick, but I was stubborn.
I didn’t like it when people called in sick for no reason and I had to work alone, so I wouldn’t be doing it to someone else.
The only good thing about showing up today happened about three hours before my shift was supposed to end.
The three other techs working with me today were all standing around, bullshitting, when there was a knock on the door.
The man standing there wasn’t the one who was slowly taking over every piece of my heart, but he was just as cute.
“Hey, Quinn.” I smiled at him. “Whatcha got there?”
“I was tasked to bring you food.” He paused. “But only because I was already at the restaurant, and my brother’s a stalker.”
Quincy being a stalker was laughable to me, seeing as he was so by the book about everything.
I tilted my head, a smile on my face. “What do you mean?”
“I guess, technically, we all do it.” He shrugged, looking slightly guilty. “It’s a running joke that we see where everyone is at when we’re hungry. It’s inevitable that at least one of us is out eating. Guess it was my turn to be the snack bitch.”
He held out the small personal pizza. “Something small, he said. Since you’re almost done with your shift. So, I got you a personal pizza. It’s only pepperoni. Didn’t know what you liked.”
I beamed at him before reaching out and taking the small pizza. “Thank you.”
“Who’s this?” one of the other techs, Cassie, asked.
I smiled, but it didn’t meet my eyes.
“Uh, this is Quinn, my, erm…”
“I’m Quinn. Her man’s brother.” He smiled, and his also didn’t reach his eyes.
Her man.
Was that what Quincy was? My man?
I wanted him to be.
I mean, last night had been out of this world. I would like to have that for the rest of my days if I could. I never, not in a million years, would’ve thought sex could be like that.
I wasn’t a virgin.
Hadn’t been since I was sixteen and curious.
But none of the three men I’d slept with had played my body like Quincy had. None had been able to coax even one orgasm out of me, let alone two.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” Tessa batted her eyelids at him, causing her fake eyelashes to sway dangerously.
Quinn jerked up his chin, then glanced at me. “Have a good one, darlin’.”
Then he was gone, swaggering out just as quietly as he’d snuck in.
I opened the box of pizza and groaned.
I loved food.
I loved pizza even more.
Picking up a slice, I took a big bite, nearly moaning when the cheesy, greasy, doughy goodness hit my tongue.
“Can we have one?”
I glanced at them and shook my head. “Sorry, but no. I haven’t had my afternoon snack yet.”
They had.
They’d ordered food. Even Marla had gotten something.
But since I was off the floor at the time they’d discussed an order, I wasn’t asked if I wanted anything.
I liked my coworkers and all, but they were all very uncaring about others.
It was nothing personal that they didn’t include me in lunch. They’d have done the same thing to any of them had they been the ones off the floor.
I was usually the one to always include the others and would have today had I been there.
But oh well.
“Oh,” Tessa paused as she looked over at Carrie and Sky. “We thought that you’d already eaten.”
The way her face turned slightly pink, I knew that she might’ve actually thought that.
But Tessa was also a good actress.
I sometimes got the feeling that her home life was bad. But when asked about it, she always turned into this flamboyant storyteller who embellished just a little too much.
“No biggie,” I lied.
I’d left the apartment this morning with barely enough time to get to work—okay, if I was being honest, I left with enough time to drive there, not actually get up to the floor I worked on—let alone time to make a lunch.