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)
Still… “I really want to argue with you. A part of me says I should stay and make a stand but the part of me that panicked when I saw Lance tells me to pack up and go. No more questions asked.”
He strode over and cupped her cheek in his hand. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you. So if you’re waffling on your decision, can you do this for me?”
She swallowed hard. Put that way, how could she resist? She’d never had anyone worry or care about her the way Remy did except Caleb and Cara. But Caleb was her brother with a child to be concerned about, and Cara was still, for most purposes, a teenager who focused only on herself.
Except, her sister had called this morning because she’d heard about their mother’s visit and public spectacle. She was worried and wanted her to know she was Team Raven. Raven smiled at the thought of her caring sibling. They were the two reasons being adopted by the Kanes had been a good thing. Three when she counted her little nephew. They’d want her to go with Remy and keep herself safe.
“Raven? Where did you go?” Remy asked, his deep voice bringing her back to the here and now.
“Just thinking,” she murmured. “Okay, we’ll leave town.”
His eyes lit up and that sexy mouth lifted in a grin. “You’ll love the Cape.”
“Even in the winter?” she asked.
“Especially in the winter. Now pack.”
* * *
While Raven packed, she called her sister and Caleb to let them know she was leaving town. Both agreed it was a good idea and appreciated that she had Remy to look out for her. As an independent woman, normally Raven would argue that she could take care of herself. Just not when it came to Lance.
A little while later, they were on their way in Remy’s large SUV. He was alert and diligent, often looking in the rearview mirror, and yes, even taking a circuitous route around the city before leaving town. No doubt to lose any potential tail.
The adrenaline rush of seeing Lance in person had worn off and exhaustion claimed her. Raven dozed as they drove in the dark of night to Cape Cod. She woke up to the feel of the truck coming to a stop, and Remy opening his window to press a series of numbers into a keypad to open the gate.
Despite the outdoor light fixtures lining the driveway, it was difficult to see her surroundings and she had a feeling she’d be blown away in the morning.
A Porsche SUV was parked in the driveway.
“Shit,” Remy muttered.
She glanced at his profile. “What’s wrong?”
He cut the engine. “Looks like we have company. That’s Dex’s car.”
Despite having been around the Sterling family the times they came to the bar, Raven didn’t know any of them well. Dex, the ex-pro-football player, always seemed like a fun guy. Always upbeat and friendly.
“Well, I look forward to getting to know him a little.” She opened her car door and slid out, meeting Remy around the back. Out of nowhere, a large black dog came bounding toward them, the exuberance in the animal easy to see.
“Pogo!” Remy said in a deep voice, and the dog came to a skidding stop in front of them, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and snow on his nose.
“Pogo?” Laughing, she pet his head.
“He belongs to the groundskeeper who lives in a house on the property. To hear him tell it, this guy loved to hop when he was a puppy.”
“Like a pogo stick,” she said, understanding.
“You’re not afraid of him,” an unfamiliar voice said.
She turned to see Dex had walked out of the house, joining them. Raven preferred Remy’s looks but Dex was a handsome man. From what the press said, women loved him and being a playboy jock, Dex loved them right back.
“Raven, right?”
She nodded. “Hi, Dex.”
“What are you doing here?” Remy asked, pulling a suitcase out of the truck.
“Nice way to greet me, asshole. Good to see you too,” Dex said with a grin on his face.
Remy rolled his eyes.
“I have big meetings next week and I decided to take a couple of days to unwind.” Dex unconsciously put a hand on the dog’s big head as he spoke.
Remy took another, smaller suitcase out of the SUV, hit a button and the back door lowered and latched. “Do you think you’ll take the job?” He turned to Raven. “Dex has been offered a major network broadcasting gig for Sunday Night Football.”
“That’s amazing.”
Dex merely shrugged, humble. “I need to decide how I feel about the travel before I accept or not.”
“That makes sense,” she murmured.
“Find an apartment?” Remy asked.
He laughed. “I need to decide where I want to live. Uptown, downtown, midtown.”
“Jesus. I don’t get why you let your place in the city go. At least you’d have had a home base.”