Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Which was why the minute I exited the car, she surprised me with the topic of conversation.
“When I was fifteen, my best friend and I thought it’d be a good idea to break into our school to save the cats we were dissecting the next day,” Raven started, hefting up two bags in her good hand and starting for the stairs.
I picked up the rest of them and started after her, passing her on the stairs to make it to her apartment first.
Placing the sacks on the floor, I held my hands out for the keys.
“Why would you do that?” I asked. “They’re already dead.”
She handed me the keys and followed closely behind me as I walked into her place.
I checked all of the rooms and walked to the kitchen where I put her keys down on the counter in front of her.
She finally replied, picking the keys up and tossing them in the general vicinity of her purse, which was still on the couch.
“We knew they were already dead,” she amended. “What we didn’t know was that the school had an alarm.”
I blinked, leaning my hip against the counter.
“Every smart person would put an alarm in their house to protect themselves,” I informed her.
She stuck her tongue out once again, and my cock jumped in my pants.
I looked down at said cock, and realized that she would be able to see it if she dropped her eyes in that direction.
Luckily, she was too busy putting away her groceries to notice my hard on.
“We got in, lugged as many frozen cats out that we could, and were all the way at the back of the property when the first cop car came.”
“They arrest you?” I cut in.
She shook her head.
“No. Jessie and I ran,” she smiled whimsically. “Never caught us.”
“What was the point of this story?” I wondered aloud.
She narrowed her eyes at me and tossed an empty plastic bag at my face.
“You forgot to bring my beer in,” she said haughtily.
I grinned and started for the door.
“Make sure you offer Mig an invitation to eat when you go down there,” Raven yelled at my retreating back.
I stopped and turned to look at her.
“You saw him?” I asked.
She nodded, grinning.
Shaking my head, I made my way out of her apartment, my eyes scanning the darkness surrounding the parking lot as I went.
The moment my feet hit level ground, Mig’s silent form appeared beside me.
“Anything?” I asked.
“Not a damn thing,” he replied. “I’m headed home.”
“Annie call?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“No. My mom’s keeping her busy,” he replied. “Gotta get home to check on the dogs.”
I laughed.
Mig had gotten a new dog about a month ago. A new dog who was pregnant, unbeknownst to Mig, when he picked her out. A very pregnant new dog, who had puppies about a week or so after he brought her home.
When Mig had tried to take them back, Annie had thrown the mother of all hissy fits saying that she’d ‘bonded’ with the dogs, making it nearly impossible to get rid of them.
“You got the tests run on them, didn’t you?” I asked.
He nodded.
“One hundred percent Golden Retrievers. When I called the previous owners about the dog that knocked her up, they asked to have her back since they didn’t realize that the pregnancy took. I told them no, and they refused to hand over the info on the male,” he explained.
I snorted.
“Fucking lucky,” I said. “And I’m assuming you found the sire?”
Mig gave me a Cheshire cat grin.
“I sure as fuck did,” he said. “Gave the owner of the sire pick of the litter like he was promised, and I got the papers from him to sell the puppies. Five hundred bucks a pup is the lowest they sell for. These dogs, though, were of championship lines, meaning I can sell the puppies for upwards of a grand if I could only get Annie to let go of them.”
“She’s not going to let you,” I promised him.
He snorted. “Don’t I know it. Anyway, gotta go.”
I waved him off and grabbed the beer out of the back of the truck before taking the steps two at a time.
The moment I opened the door to Raven’s apartment, my stomach immediately jumped in anticipation at the smell that greeted me.
Chapter 6
The beer and the beard made me do it.
-Raven’s secret thoughts
Wolf
“What are you making?” I asked her as I moved around the counter that separated her living room from the kitchen.
“Give me one of those,” she ordered, holding out her casted hand. “And Alice Spring’s Chicken. I actually do make this one dish. But, that’s really the extent of my culinary talents.”
“Smells fuckin’ awesome. Mig can’t eat.” I ripped open the box and handed her one before taking the case to the fridge.
She stopped me before I could make it all the way.