Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
And she wasn’t coping well with knowing that Loki was upset with her.
After unbuckling her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the footpath. He waited while she grabbed her keys from her handbag. She’d kept hold of it all this time, it was one where the strap went across her chest.
Carrying her into the house, he set her down on the sofa and then sat on the coffee table to look at her.
She looked stressed.
Sad.
As mad as he was at himself, he was twice as fucking angry at Loki. How dare that fucker walk away like he had and leave her like this?
And then he’d gotten involved in a fight?
No. Some things were going to change. Remy got that Loki had his demons. He knew that he couldn’t understand them fully.
And he also knew that his girl was in the wrong for keeping things from him. Things that would upset him.
But Loki needed to put her first. That meant no running away and getting into fights when things got hard.
It meant staying and looking after their girl.
“Baby, talk to me.”
She shrugged, looking miserable.
“Do you want something to drink? Want me to draw you a bubble bath?”
“I don’t deserve a bubble bath.”
Shit. The guilt was hitting her hard.
“Baby, there’s nothing you could do that would mean you didn’t deserve a bubble bath.”
“That’s a nice sentiment, but I’m not sure I believe it. I don’t . . . I don’t feel like I deserve anything nice. I did this. Me. And now he’s out there, upset and maybe injured . . .” She sniffled.
“What should you have done differently?” he asked in a low, soothing voice.
“Told him everything. He’d still have been upset. But at least he wouldn’t feel like I’d been keeping things from him.”
Which she had been.
Tears dripped down her cheeks. Remy moved onto the sofa next to her and drew her onto his lap, holding her tight. They sat there for a long while until she stopped crying.
“God, I hate crying. It sucks. I don’t like getting all snotty and I bet I look like a fright.”
“You could never look like a fright.” He reached over and grabbed a tissue. Then tilting her head back, he wiped her cheeks.
Isa took the tissue from him and blew her nose.
Getting up, he carried her into the kitchen. “You need a hot chocolate.”
“I’m all right.”
“Baby,” he said seriously as he set her on the counter. He placed a hand on either side of her hips. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”
“I don’t like feeling like this.” She ran her hands up and down her arms as though she was cold.
“Do you want to get into your pajamas while I make you a hot drink?”
She nodded and he carried her over to her bedroom. He had to force himself to leave her there while he walked back out into the kitchen. All of his instincts were screaming at him to go to her. To help her get changed. To completely take over.
But she might need some space from him. He couldn’t leave her totally alone. However, he could give her a few minutes.
He made her a hot chocolate. He’d bought some the other day. He put several marshmallows into the hot chocolate. Then squirted out some cream and topped it with more marshmallows.
Way too much sugar. But she needed it.
He saw her leave the bedroom, unsurprised to find her wrapped up in her fluffy dressing gown.
“Here you are,” he said as he placed the hot chocolate down on the island. Then he lifted her onto a stool.
He’d made himself a cup of coffee.
“How can you drink coffee this late? I would be up half the night.”
“Doesn’t keep me up. You look pale. Are you all right?”
“Just upset.” She sighed sadly, sipping at her hot chocolate.
“What can I do to help, baby?” he asked, resting his hand on the back of her neck.
She took another drink of her hot chocolate and when she looked up at him, she had a white mustache.
His lips twitched. “You’ve got a bit of something on your face.”
“Yeah? Where? Here?” She rubbed at her cheek. “Here?” She wiped her nose.
Leaning in, he licked the top of her lip. “Got it.”
Her eyes were dreamy and unfocused as she stared up at him. “Do you think that you could spank me?”
Okay. He wasn’t expecting that.
Spank her?
“Why would you want that?”
She shrugged and looked up at him, worry and tears in her eyes. “Because I deserve it. In the books I’ve read . . . after a spanking everything is forgiven and then . . . I might feel better.”
He thought that over. It wasn’t up to him to spank her when the issue was between her and Loki.
But he also saw her hurting and didn’t like it. Would this help?