Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Nope. She refused to think about that remote possibility.
She placed her groceries into the back of Aidan’s SUV. She’d need to call Razor and see how her car was getting on.
As she climbed in, she put it in reverse just as her phone beeped. Oh, that was likely Hack. He was working at the hospital today.
The last few nights, she’d slept snuggled up against him and it had been bliss. No nightmares. She felt more rested than she had in years.
But this was her first day on her own. Which was a good thing. She needed to feel some independence.
Or that’s what she told herself.
She slid out of the parking space, slamming on the brakes at the sound of a horn blasting. Had she hit something? She looked in the rearview mirror to find a silver car behind her.
Oh shit.
Shaking, she climbed out and walked around to look at the damage. Had she scratched Aidan’s SUV? What about the other car?
“What the fuck do you think you were doing?”
She jumped, looking over as the driver of the other car got out, waving his hands around as he screamed at her. He was dressed in a nice suit, and his car was a late-model BMW.
Shit that meant it was probably going to be even more expensive to fix.
“Are you fucking blind?” the guy screamed.
She just stared at him wide-eyed.
“I was right behind you! How could you not see me, you stupid bitch!”
Say something. Tell him to be quiet. To shut up.
But she simply stared at him. She could feel herself shutting down. Conflict wasn’t something she was good at handling. But especially when she was already feeling shaken and wary.
“Well? What’s wrong with you? Are you fucking dumb, you stupid bitch!”
She couldn’t breathe. Crap. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes as panic held her in its grasp.
Why couldn’t she breathe? Her hands were shaking, and she was sweating even though she wasn’t really wearing enough layers for the cold day.
“Hey, why don’t you shut the hell up, asshole!”
Greer glanced over in shock to find Bonnie striding toward her. She was wearing a large, pink puffer jacket and a white woolen hat on her head. And there was a determined look on her face as she glared at the other driver.
“Why don’t you shut up, bitch!” he snarled back at Bonnie. “No one asked for your opinion, you little cow.”
Whoa. This guy was nasty.
It helped claw back some of her panic. Bonnie might need some back-up, and while Greer was pretty much a wimp, she wasn’t going to let this jerk hurt the other woman.
“No, I’m not going to shut up, you dickhead. Why don’t you stop yelling!”
“I’ll yell if I want to yell. This idiot backed into my car and now she needs to pay. But the dumb bitch won’t fucking talk. Now, why don’t you get out of my face, cunt.”
Suddenly, Titus appeared behind Bonnie. He was so tall that he could glare at the asshole over the top of Bonnie’s head.
The guy saw him standing there and visibly gulped, taking a step back.
“You want to repeat what you just said?” Titus asked in a low demand.
“I . . . I . . . this has nothing to do with you, man. This is between me and her.” He nodded at Greer.
Titus turned to look at her calmly. Having him here gave her the confidence to speak up.
“I . . . I backed into h-him,” she said.
“See? She admits to being in the wrong.”
“She’s not admitting to shit, jerkface,” Bonnie said. “You’ve intimidated her.”
“She damaged my car! I could sue for trauma. I feel like I’ve suffered an injury to my neck.”
By now, a large crowd had formed and there were cars starting to back up.
Crap. She hated this. She wanted to cry. And hide.
Be brave.
“Show me the damage,” Titus said. He moved to look at the guy’s car, then Aidan’s SUV. “Can’t see anything.”
“Yeah . . . well . . . it’s here.” The guy pointed at a line on his car.
Titus wiped it with his finger. “It’s dirt.”
The jerk in the suit went bright red as people around them started to laugh.
“It could have been a scratch.”
“But it’s not. And you’re making a dick of yourself. You go around screaming at women a lot?” Bonnie asked. “Because maybe we’ll have to do some research into you. I bet there are some old girlfriends willing to lay complaints about you if we provide the right incentive.” Bonnie’s voice was low, clearly threatening.
The guy grew pale. Whoa, she was good. Also, where did this darker side come from? She’d seemed so sweet and kind before.
“Why don’t I let this drop?” he said, returning to his car.
“Wise idea,” Bonnie said. “Have a nice day!”
Greer blinked at her. Had she gone from threatening that asshole to telling him to have a good day? What was going on right now?