Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Her hands curled around her arms, and her head was buried into the fluffy pillow beneath her head.
She looked so small, curled up like that.
Raising my hand to scratch my head, I contemplated getting into the bed with her but decided against it.
The bed really wasn’t big enough for the two of us. It was a twin, and I wasn’t a very small guy.
I chose to go into my own room and lay down, which turned out to be a huge mistake since Tasha woke up only two hours later and took off.
Or so I thought.
Well, in all technicality, she did leave.
But not me.
She left the house to go visit Koda, something I found out when I turned on the GPS tracker I had on her car minutes after I woke up.
Although it was nice that she didn’t want to wake me and that she wanted to visit Koda, I was pissed.
And I may have taken that out on her the moment I walked into the vet’s office and found her.
My boots pounded on the white tiled floor as I made my way into the vet’s office.
“I’m here to visit Koda,” I told the woman at the front desk.
The woman frowned at me and my attire.
“We can only accommodate one visitor at a time,” she hedged.
“Let him through, Darlene,” a grizzled old doctor in the back of the room called.
I turned my gaze to him to find him watching me with narrowed eyes.
I nodded at him, and Darlene opened the gate that would lead me to the back where all the dogs were held.
She kept looking warily over her shoulder as I followed behind her, and by the time we reached the very back door at the furthest point in the clinic, it wasn’t even funny any longer.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I barked.
Darlene jumped.
“No,” she said, her voice a little bit too high. “Of course not.”
I snorted. “Thanks,” I mumbled, pushing past her and walking into the room.
She squeaked when my arm brushed her shoulder, and she threw herself backwards so hard that the door banged against the wall with a thud.
I just rolled my eyes.
Bikers really got one of three reactions from women.
1. Fear.
2. Curiosity.
3. Disdain.
This woman was firmly entrenched in the ‘fear’ category, and, right then, it was grating on my motherfuckin’ nerves.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I barked the moment I saw Tasha.
The woman who was scared of me gasped at my harsh language…or maybe it was because she was scared again. I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
My eyes were all for the sexy little woman in tight black pants that molded to her tight ass and shapely thighs.
Tasha growled at me when Koda jerked at hearing my voice.
“Ohh,” Tasha fussed, soothing Koda without touching her.
“She still won’t let you touch her?” I asked.
Tasha glared. “No.”
I crossed the room and stood over the cage that Koda was in.
“Stop that racket,” I ordered her.
Koda stopped instantly.
“Damn,” Tasha said. “I’ve been trying to get her to do that for the last thirty minutes. I even brought her a treat that the doctor said she could have. She never stopped growling…until you walk in, of course.”
I nodded. “As it should be.”
She blinked.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because Koda’s my dog,” I declared. “She’s been at my six for as long as I can remember.”
Tasha sighed.
“Why’d you leave without telling me?” I took a seat with my back against the wire cage behind me.
It housed a poodle that had his tiny head in a cone that was too big for him to even turn around without hitting the sides.
He offered no protest as I gave him my back so I could sit directly next to Koda.
Tasha picked at her fingernails, then shrugged without answering.
“Tasha,” I burst out.
She sighed.
“You told me I needed to leave, that I was fucking up your life,” she rushed out.
I blinked.
“I did no such thing,” I barked.
Koda’s body tensed at the tone in my voice.
Tasha winced.
“You did,” she confirmed.
I frowned.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I think I’d remember saying something like that to you.”
She nodded. “You said, and I quote, ‘You’re fucking up my life. Get out of my house.’”
I tapped my finger against my lip, thinking about what she’d said.
“I…I talk in my sleep. A lot,” I admitted.
She gave me a droll look.
“You’re full of shit,” she countered.
In answer, I got my phone out of my pocket and pulled up my sister’s number before hitting send.
Turning it onto speakerphone, I waited for her to answer.
When she did, I could hear her giggling about something.
“What do you want, big brother?” CeeCee asked.
I heard Joe’s rumbling voice in the background, as well as a TV, before it abruptly cut off.
“Will you tell Tasha that I talk random shit in my sleep?” I asked her.
CeeCee burst into laughter.