Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Throwing the shifter into drive, I press my foot to the gas pedal and race to catch up with the SUV. Pulling out onto the road, I look around like a crazed person and almost sigh when I see the SUV two stop signs ahead.
Slamming my foot on the gas, I run a stop sign and pull up behind another car that is behind the SUV. I don’t understand why she rushed out of the library, especially without coming back to the room to get her stuff?
It’s completely unlike her, and it’s worrying me. Following at a safe distance, my fingers drum against the steering wheel as we head out of North Woods and toward the interstate.
Where are you going, Blair?
Turning onto the interstate, I follow behind them, keeping four or five car lengths between us. I don’t know why the fuck I thought this was a good idea. Blair isn’t anyone to me, just my tutor, but for some reason, my stupid body didn’t agree with that explanation.
My heart needs to be sure she is okay, and by the way she is acting right now, it’s obvious things are not okay.
So even if it is wrong to follow her, which it is, I am still going to do it, just to be sure she is okay and not being kidnapped or something worse.
The miles tick away on the interstate as we head south, and slowly I start to comprehend where we’re going or at least put together the puzzle pieces. I remember Blair telling me that she lives an hour south of North Woods.
Somehow, I know where she’s going. Home. Another question plays in my head? Why? Why did she leave the session without warning, leaving even her books behind? What is in her hometown that made her throw caution to the wind like that? What made her leave so quick and fast? Did someone die? I’ll feel like a total dick bag if someone died, and I’m following her to her hometown, basically stalking her.
My phone starts to ring, and I hit a button on my steering wheel.
“Dude,” Murphy’s chipper tone rattles through the speakers of my truck.
“What’s up?”
“Where the hell are you, man? Did you forget about wing night over at Bubba’s?”
Shit. “Yeah…” I need to come up with a lie because I’m not telling him that I’m following Blair, a chick I’m supposed to bed and definitely not care about, back to her hometown. “I’m… I’m still studying. If I don’t get my grade up, I’m going to be benched.”
Murphy chuckles. “I’m sure your grades aren’t the only thing getting up right now.”
Any other time, I might have laughed but not right now. My head is not in a place to be joking. I was truly worried about Blair, and I didn’t know how to handle the things I was feeling for her. It was foreign to me to feel anything but pleasure for a chick.
“Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll message you when I’m done, or I’ll see you later at the house tonight. Eat a couple wings for me.”
“She’s getting to you, isn’t she?” The seriousness of his voice stuns me.
“What? No. She’s my tutor, and maybe if I can pry her virginal legs open, my next conquest. That’s it, dude.”
“Yeah, whatever, we’ll see. Talk later.” He hangs up, and I’m left with silence. The operator of the explorer that Blair is in moves into the right lane, and presses on the breaks as they signal and get off at the exit.
My nerves are in shambles as I do the same. They stop at the stop sign and then hang right. I do the same, following them, but staying back. My fingers itch to call her just to ask if she’s okay. Somehow, I resist as we enter a town called Clover Springs.
It’s a small town, nothing more than a dot on the map. There are little ma and pa stores, a grocery store, and a couple diners, but that’s about it.
The explorer slows a bit and then turns right onto a side street. I follow behind but pull up to the curb and throw my truck into park when they come to a complete stop in front of a brick building. Blair rushes out of the explorer before it’s even in park, nearly tripping over her feet. I stare dumbly at the sign hanging on the brick exterior.
Clover Spring Police Department
Why did she come all this way to go to the police department?
A guy comes rushing out of the police station a moment later and collides with Blair. He wraps his lanky arms around her, lifting her off her feet as he hugs her.
A deep primal growl fills my chest, and I grip the steering wheel to stop myself from getting out of the truck. I imagine this is what raw jealousy feels like. Who is this guy? I think to myself a moment before it hits me right in the stomach, the force of the thought slamming into me like a freight train.