Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
With a sigh, she grabbed his shirt and headed into the luxurious bathroom. Last night she’d rinsed her only pair of panties and hung them to dry, sleeping without them. It hadn’t been easy to lay enveloped in Remy and ignore the desire racing through her veins. But he’d been right in saying she needed to relax and feel safe. Faster than she could have imagined, and definitely quicker than if she were alone, she’d fallen asleep.
She took a quick shower, using all the jets in the glass enclosure, enjoying the pulsing as each hit her muscles. Closing her eyes, she appreciated the massage-like feel. After washing her hair with Remy’s shampoo and using his soap, she rinsed, shut the water and stepped out onto a soft, comfortable mat.
As she dried herself off, she couldn’t help but notice she smelled like Remy. And she liked it. She pulled on his shirt that came to right above her knees, and tied up her hair in a messy, wet bun.
Before joining Remy, she noticed her cell phone on the dresser, the only personal item she’d taken with her other than the clothes she’d worn yesterday.
Picking it up, she called Caleb and relayed last night’s events. “So I’m staying at Remy’s,” she told him, knowing he’d flip out if he couldn’t find her.
“Why didn’t you call me? I’d have come right over.”
She smiled at his expected answer. “Because you have Owen and you’d have had to find a sitter and Remy showed up soon after. I’m safe here.”
Her brother let out a rough breath. “Mom didn’t mention Lance was out early.”
And Raven hadn’t heard from Emily, not that she’d expected to. She hoped her old friend was okay and made a mental note to ask Remy to follow up with Garrett and find out what he could about her.
Caleb groaned. “I know you’re right but I don’t like that I can’t be with you. Did you call Cara?”
Raven closed her eyes for a brief moment. “No. I’m so frazzled I forgot. Would you mind doing it? Tell her I’ll get in touch when I’m more settled.”
Her younger sister was the baby her mother had in the hopes she’d have a dutiful daughter—unlike Raven—as she’d been informed so many times. Luckily, maybe because she was blood-related, Lance had left Cara alone… so far.
But Cara wasn’t the agreeable child Cassandra had wanted, and she’d recently moved out of their mother’s home to attend college in the city. She lived in a doorman apartment with a roommate, also keeping her distance from their mother and her toxicity. Cassandra didn’t like it but she had paid for Cara’s apartment choice thanks to the safety features.
“I’m worried about you,” Caleb said, breaking into her thoughts.
“If it’s about my physical safety, I’m okay in Remy’s penthouse apartment. Emotionally, I’m holding it together. That’s all I can say.”
Caleb groaned. “Owen, stop playing with the eggs and eat them,” he said. “You’re shaken up. I can tell.”
“I’ll be fine, Caleb. I won’t let Lance win.”
“I agree. Listen, I need to go help the little troublemaker with breakfast. Don’t be insulted if I call Remy and I will check on you later. Love you,” her brother said, then went on to explain to her adorable nephew why eggs belonged on plates and not the kitchen table, before disconnecting the call.
Still smiling, Raven made the large, king-sized bed, smoothing the wrinkles on the cocoa-colored comforter, and readjusting the pillows, taking her time to inhale Remy’s arousing scent.
Then she pulled on a pair of Remy’s oversized sweats, rolling them up, and walked out of the bedroom in bare feet. She made her way to the kitchen. Voices sounded from the direction in which she was headed. Remy’s she recognized. The female’s she couldn’t place, and a sudden pang of jealousy twisted low in Raven’s stomach. Until she remembered him saying Fallon would be dropping off clothing this morning, and she chided herself for being silly.
Raven had met everyone in Remy’s family over the last couple of years but she couldn’t be sure it was Fallon’s voice she heard. But for her to be jealous? No. That wasn’t okay.
She and Remy weren’t in any kind of committed… anything. Raven had clearly nixed the idea of a relationship. So even if it wasn’t Fallon, Raven told herself to suck it up and she strode into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she said, cringing at the overly cheery sound of her voice.
“Raven, come on in.” Remy held out an arm and fool that she was, she walked right into the crook of his shoulder. “You remember my sister Fallon, right?”
“Of course,” Raven said, with a genuine smile. Because Fallon wasn’t one of Remy’s women. God, she was being ridiculous.
The familiar-looking female in front of her had distinctive Sterling features, including golden-brown eyes similar to Remy’s. Unlike most of their male siblings who dressed in suits or expensive slacks and button-down shirts, Fallon’s taste could only be described as boho. Unconventional skirts, bright colors, layered tops and vests, she was the most casual Sterling and her bright grin said she was happy to see Raven.