Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I’d have watched more, but Raphael said something to Drew, which caused him to turn to the window that I was looking out of.
He shook his head at me once, and I guessed that meant that he didn’t want me watching out the window, so I sighed and stepped back.
Right into an eight-dollar puddle of melted ice cream
“Damn it all to hell,” I grumbled morosely, dropping down on my knees to tip the bowl up while catching as much as the melted goodness as I could. “This was the perfect end to one fucked up night.”
Chapter 13
I’m not saying I hate you. All I’m saying is that if you were hit by a bus, I’d be the one driving the bus.
-Aspen’s secret thoughts
Drew
My body was still vibrating with anger as I stopped at Aspen’s front door.
“Listen, Constance,” I sighed. “I had nothing to do with what happened today, and I don’t know what else you want me to say here.”
I tapped my foot with impatience, ready to get off the phone with the woman.
“What I want you to say is that this’ll never happen again!” Constance said shrilly. “Or she won’t be coming back to your house.”
I ground my teeth together and refrained from saying what I really wanted to say.
Instead I went with what I knew wouldn’t set her off on another tirade.
“I will ensure you, to the best of my ability, that this will never happen again if I can help it,” I promised her, telling the truth.
However, I couldn’t promise that Attie would never be in trouble again.
I wasn’t psychic, and I couldn’t be with her twenty-four hours a day.
I also had no control over fate.
Something which I’d had slammed into my face tonight.
“Fine,” Constance said. “Make sure you get to the field by ten in the morning. Her soccer game is at eleven.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, Constance.”
She sniffed and hung up, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I’d called to check on Attie, but just like me, she was able to deal with her problems and go to sleep.
I’d always been good at compartmentalizing things and so was Attie.
What I wasn’t good at compartmentalizing was my feelings for the woman that I could see through the window.
She was laying on her bed, which was directly in the line of site from the front door I’d just come through.
She hadn’t heard me, otherwise she wouldn’t still be swinging her hips to the sound of the music that was coming from the speakers next to the TV.
She was up on her knees in the bed, her front plastered to the bed, ass in the air.
Her Kindle was propped up against a pillow, and her arms were resting under her chin, one lone finger out and tapping the screen to turn the pages on it as she read.
I could see the outline of her panties through her tight yoga pants.
They were the type that barely covered the ass cheeks, and in the position she was in, they resembled more of a thong.
I clenched my fists, my mind going back to earlier in the night when I heard her call my name in such desperation that my heart was hammering the moment the words had left her lips.
I’d woken up to find her gone, and the scream had come again, this time even more frightening than the last.
Then I’d barreled out the door, my gun in my hand and my heart in my throat, to find not just my woman in danger, but my daughter as well.
And let’s just say the next five minutes, after seeing that, had not been the best of my life.
In fact, I was fairly sure that out of all my experiences, that one was at the top of the list of my life’s worst experiences, which included even the night I’d nearly died when I was seventeen.
Then it’d only been me that could die.
What was infinitely worse, though, was seeing two of the most important people in my world on the business end of a gun.
That’d been eye opening to say the least.
“I just had sexxxxxxxx,” Aspen sang loudly. To what song, I didn’t know, seeing as I had never listened to that song before. “She let me put my penis…”
She kept singing, snapping me out of my contemplation of life and how short it may be.
I walked up behind her, no longer able to resist those hip movements.
Once I reached her, I stilled her hips with both of my hands on her ass, causing her to freeze in place.
Her head snapped sideways as her hips started to drop, but I held her in place and made eye contact with her, letting her know with only the look in my eyes that I wanted her to stay exactly where she was.
She got the message. Loud and clear.