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)
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Raven sensed Remy’s better mood the moment he walked toward her after visiting his father. Even his step was lighter. She asked if their talk went well and his smile told her all she needed to know. Grateful he’d had a heavy burden lifted, she didn’t press for details. It was none of her business and all that mattered was the end result.
Once they’d said their goodbyes to Dex, they returned to Remy’s building, parking downstairs in the garage.
“Let’s go to the lobby to pick up the laptop Stevie dropped off,” he said, as they walked to the regular elevator and not the one leading to the penthouse.
In the lobby, they waited while another resident had a conversation with the man seated behind the desk and when he walked away, Remy stepped up.
“Hi, Harris. Did someone drop something off for me?” Remy asked the blond-haired man.
“Yes.” He reached down and returned with the black laptop and a sheaf of papers held together by a rubber band, causing Raven to wince at the work that had piled up.
But at least it would keep her busy and take her thoughts off still being a prisoner in her own life.
“Thanks,” Remy said, accepting the computer.
“One more thing,” Harris said. “A gentleman left something for a guest of yours? Raven Walsh?”
Before she could panic, the man reached under the counter again and this time, he held a familiar-looking bakery bag in his hand.
Raven grinned. “God, I love my brother,” she muttered and accepted the bag.
Chuckling, Remy thanked the doorman and together, they returned to his apartment where she headed straight for the kitchen. Once she’d stepped inside, she walked to the counter and opened the bag, just knowing Caleb had brought her donuts again.
“This is Caleb’s way of calming me when I’m upset,” she said to Remy. “Want one?”
“And give you one less donut to look forward to? No thanks. I’m going to run on the treadmill at the gym downstairs later today. Wouldn’t make sense for me to eat that first.”
She looked him over, taking her time, letting her gaze travel over the long-sleeve hunter green Henley he wore that clung to his muscles beneath. “So that’s how you keep in shape.”
“Treadmill and weights,” he said. “And stop staring or I’ll be the one eating a special treat and the donuts will have to wait.”
She picked up the sexy innuendo and her pussy clenched with desire. He rarely had to do more than indicate he wanted her and she was ready for him. “Cut that out,” she said, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
He grinned, then turned to take a plate out of the cabinet.
Opening the bag, she pulled out three donuts and placed them on the white dish. A piece of paper fell out. “I bet Caleb left me a note… or maybe Owen drew me a dinosaur,” she said, opening the folded paper.
I hope you enjoy your favorite donuts as much as I’m enjoying our little game. You can hide but I’ll always find you.
She read the familiar script and her stomach bottomed out, panic filling her. Nausea replaced her hunger and she dropped the note.
“What is it?” Remy asked, snatching up the paper. “That son of a bitch.”
She wrapped her arms around herself and stepped back from the counter and the food she’d wanted so badly only seconds before. “Why won’t he just leave me alone?”
Remy wrapped his arms around her and she felt safe. Safe in this tower in the sky and safe with him. But she couldn’t become a hermit for the rest of her life.
After a few minutes of comforting her, Remy released her. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. She didn’t ask who he was calling. She was just so tired of living this way and nothing he did or said would change that.
“Garrett? Yeah, hey. Listen…” Remy went on to explain the things Lance had done, ending with the offending note. “I know it’s not enough to get a TRO but can you take a ride out to Chappaqua and have a talk with the SOB? If I go myself I’ll beat him to a bloody pulp and I’m useless to Raven behind bars.”
She winced at his statement and shook her head wildly. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation between Remy and Lance. Thank God he was thinking rationally and had asked the detective to go instead.
“I’ll pack this gift up in a plastic bag for you to pick up,” Remy went on. “Oh, and just Raven and I touched the note.” A few more seconds of quiet passed where she assumed Garrett was speaking and then, “Thanks. I appreciate whatever you can do. Yeah. See you soon.”
Remy disconnected the call and met her gaze. “I feel so fucking useless.”