Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“We will have to stop at a beach before we get too far north. Maybe Myrtle Beach. I bet they have fabulous tacky matching shirts there.”
We had never made it to the beach, like I’d promised. I wanted to make that up to her.
Dovie glanced up from her book and shook her head.
I reached over and nudged her leg. “Come on! We’d be sooooo cute!”
She rolled her eyes, then looked back at her book. I knew she hated it when I interrupted her when she was reading, so I let her be. I was just trying to keep my thoughts away from Storm. Anything but him.
It was quite near impossible too. Damn him and his gorgeous face, body, magical tongue, and pierced penis. He was messing with my head, and I did not like it at all. He had walked out on me while I was covered in his cum! I had more self-respect than to lust over a man who treated me like a whore. I’d never felt so cheap and used in my adult life. He’d made me do things I knew I shouldn’t, but couldn’t manage to stop myself.
Glancing up in the rearview mirror, I almost swerved off the road when I saw a black Jeep. Dovie’s head shot up, and I knew she was staring at me, but I kept my eyes on the Jeep behind me. Flat black. Just like Storm’s. But I’d gotten those trackers off and left them in the parking lot. Right where the car had been parked. I was in a different car. How would he have found me this fast? Sure, he’d have figured out that I was gone eventually, but seriously? This was too fast. Impossible unless he was a mind reader.
I put on my blinker to get off at the upcoming exit. The Jeep did not, and I let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps I was just letting my imagination get the best of me. There were a lot of flat-black Jeeps out there. It wasn’t exclusive to Storm.
“Hungry?” I asked Dovie, glancing at her briefly before looking behind us again.
She turned in her seat to see what I was looking at. I veered over into the exit lane, and just when I thought the Jeep was going to pass me, it moved over entirely too close to my bumper. Dammit!
“We got company,” I said through clenched teeth.
Dovie’s wide-eyed expression when I looked at her made me feel guilty for putting her in this situation.
But how had he found me? I’d been so careful. He was nowhere. I scanned everywhere, making sure we weren’t being followed, did checks several times before pulling out of that car lot. There had been no sign of Storm or anyone who looked to be interested in me for that matter.
“I’m going to pull into the McDonald’s,” I told her. “Stay in the car. Duck. Keep yourself down.”
“Is it the man from the apartment?” she signed.
I nodded.
She didn’t ask anything else but put her book away and lowered herself to the floorboard, tucking her knees under her chin. I had to park fast and get out. Keep him away from my Buick. He’d been watching me. A small warmth tried to spread through me, and I mentally cursed at it. Clamped that shit down. I wasn’t going to feel anything because he was stalking me. He wasn’t doing it because he cared about me. He didn’t trust me. He thought I was lying to them.
I made sure to park between two cars, keeping several full spaces between our car and the next closest parking spot. Slamming the car door, I made my way over to his Jeep as he pulled in three cars down. Closer than I wanted, but it would have to do.
He was opening his door when I grabbed it.
“Seriously?” I shouted.
Storm appeared unaffected. He smirked. “Funny meeting you here, Briar. Didn’t know you had a thing for Big Macs, but you need to know there are some right there in Miami. Dozens.”
I gripped the door, leaning closer to him, which was probably a bad idea. “HOW?! I detached the trackers!”
He appeared amused. “Yeah, I noticed that.” Then, he grinned. “Good thing you don’t leave home without your phone.”
I stared at him, gaping. My phone?
“You put a tracker on my phone?” I asked in shock.
“You should know by now how thorough I am. In all things.”
The way his tone dropped, I forgot for a brief moment that I was hiding Dovie in my car. From him. There was no time to get flustered or hot and bothered. This man was not nice. He was cruel. I had to keep replaying how cruel he was in my head to keep focused.
“Where are you headed this time?” he asked.
“Why do you care?” I shot back at him.