Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Kyle and David want to murder me, too?” Carys had a lot of brothers.
“Yes, but there’s some torture involved before your death. Like I said, David knows a lot about medieval torture techniques.” Daisy nodded, and her spine straightened as though she was ready to get serious. “I don’t know if it’s occurred to you, but you’ve been unfair to my brother and Carys.”
He had so much to fix. It made him kind of want to run. “So I’ve been told.”
“Oh, good. Then you’re aware of the problem.”
“Dais, of course I’m aware.” He needed to handle Daisy with some delicacy. Could he still handle people with delicacy? He’d spent so much freaking time pretending to be someone else, he forgot the charming man he used to be. Could still be. He hoped. “I know how much I’ve screwed things up with Aidan and Carys. I can only tell you I’m trying to make it better.”
“Are you?” Daisy asked, staring at him as though this was a session and she was his judgmental therapist.
He could probably use some therapy. “Yes, but there are things I need to do to ensure their safety before I can even think about being in their lives the way I want to be.”
“Things like leaving them for two and a half years? Except you truly only left Carys because you talked to Aidan behind her back.”
He winced. Well, it was good to know everyone had heard the story. He should have expected it. This was one of the reasons he’d kept to himself. “It wasn’t like that.”
Daisy pinned him with her stare. “It feels like it was. I would bet Carys feels like it was.”
He knew how Carys felt, but she wasn’t thinking about the situation logically. He had a few days to work on her before he had to make the ultimate decision on how he was going to handle the Huisman situation. He’d already sent a text to Tara about finding someone who could take Carys’s place. His tech had promised to do the job. “I know she does, but she shouldn’t. I thought you were here to talk about your brother.”
He glanced around the office again, trying to decide what was making all of his instincts fire off. He was getting paranoid. This was a safe house. His cousins had made sure of it. He was actually a little afraid of walking around too much. He’d thought about making a survey of the place but had found a trip wire outside, and he hadn’t wanted to figure out what it was attached to.
“I am, but Carys is such a part of him. It’s like their souls are combined.” She said it with a sigh as though they were goals as a couple.
They weren’t a couple.
“Uhm, you know I’m a part of that. They’re my soul mates, too. I’ve been there since the beginning.” Then why the fuck had he let this vast chasm open? They were his soul mates, and he’d been empty without them. He’d become more and more the asshole he played out online.
“I mean, you were, but then you weren’t,” Daisy said, waving a hand like all those years meant nothing.
It was annoying. And yet hadn’t there been times when he’d seriously thought about ending things so they never had to know everything he’d done? He had blood on his hands, and they saved lives. “This is precisely why I kept talking to Aidan. I never meant to leave them forever. I’m involved in something dangerous.”
“I’m always involved in something dangerous. I can walk down the street and somehow I end up breaking up a criminal ring,” Daisy said with a smile. “See, this is why I thought I should consider law enforcement as a profession. But then I don’t look great in those costumes they wear. It’s why I didn’t go into the military. Army green is not my color. Now if they’d opted for emerald…”
The thought of Daisy with a military-grade weapon was disconcerting. “I think it’s better you’re going back to school.”
From what he’d been told his sister’s best friend was going to get her master’s in psychology, with an emphasis in childhood development. She’d spent a couple of years trying to find a job that fit her unique personality. And one that didn’t blow up, get raided, or went under shortly after she was hired.
Her brief stay at McKay-Taggart had begun with a street chase and ended with her distracting a couple of kidnappers. At least the building was still standing. He wished Nate Carter all the luck in the world. He was going to need it.
“Me, too. It’s going to be fun. But my point is couples don’t break up because things get dangerous. Or rather the good ones don’t. I’ve had many a dude break up with me because he couldn’t handle the heat. Or the explosions. But Nate is totally solid. I mean he pretty much told me I was his right after a cartel trying to kill me shot him instead. It was how I knew he was the one.” She had a dreamy look on her face.