Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“That’s probably right, but I still can’t figure out how he hooked up with Aubree.”
“Didn’t she post a picture of you and her together? If she used your name, that might have done it.”
He finished his sandwich and opened a new tab to check her posts. Finding the one with his photo, he swore. “Looks like she added my name.”
“Maybe that’s how Johnny found you.”
“It must be, but I still feel like I’m missing something. I’m going to give Dino a call and see what he comes up with. I’ll even throw Aubree’s name into the mix. Maybe that will do it.”
He put the call through and told Dino all about Johnny, as well as mentioning the grenade at Razor’s place. I left to get us both a soda while he told him about Aubree.
After opening the blinds, I glanced out the living room window. A man was walking his dog down the sidewalk, but otherwise, nothing was happening. Still, a chill ran down my spine.
Oh a whim, I stepped to the front door and touched the handle. Nothing came to me, and I dropped my hand, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was coming.
Heaving out a breath, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Well, duh… of course something bad was coming. It was Brandon. I checked the time, knowing he got off work at four-thirty. That gave us a couple of hours to figure out what to do about him.
Nate came out of the office and caught me standing in front of the door. “Something wrong?”
“Just a bad feeling about Brandon showing up in a couple of hours. That weasel. I don’t know if I’ll be able to play along without going for his throat and strangling him. You know?”
“No kidding, but you can do it. Just invite him inside so he can’t run off before you touch him. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I let out a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. So what did Dino have to say?”
“He’s looking into both Johnny and Aubree’s names, but it will take a while. He’ll call me back if he finds anything. He mostly chewed me out for causing another explosion, even though he knows it wasn’t my fault.”
I nodded. “You know, if Aubree tells Johnny we tried to talk to her, do you think he’ll want to use her to set you up? She’d probably jump at the chance to get you killed again, right?”
“If she did it once, I suppose so. It’s still hard for me to believe that she’s so cold-hearted though. I mean… sure, I may have broken her heart, but killing me for it? How crazy is that?”
As if on cue, Nate’s phone began to ring. He checked it and glanced my way. “It’s Vanetti.” He swiped to answer, and, from their conversation, I picked up enough to know that Vanetti wanted to be filled in on everything that had happened since their last phone call.
After Nate explained our visit to the Tiki Tabu Bar, and Johnny’s identity, he stopped speaking to listen. A minute later, he glanced my way and his brows rose. “Is that right? Well, if you need her, we can come—”
His breath caught and he shook his head. “But you said we needed to stick together—” His lips flattened. “I know, but he can’t be everywhere at once… yes, that could work… okay, we’ll do that first. If anything’s off, I’ll let you know.”
He put his phone away and sat down on the couch, pulling me down beside him. He laid his head back and let out a sigh. “Vanetti needs your help at the office, but he doesn’t want me to come. He’s worried about another sniper attack.”
“Oh.” My stomach twisted just thinking about Stone getting shot. “That… makes sense. So what’s going on?”
“He thinks someone’s been in his office because he noticed a few things were out of place. He thought if you touched them, you’d know who was in there.”
“Does he think it has something to do with Johnny?”
“Not necessarily. But you never know.”
“That’s true.” I snuggled against him, wanting to soften his disappointment about not coming with me. “But Vanetti’s got a point about you staying here.”
His lips turned down. “I know, but I don’t like you going without me.”
“Because you like being stuck with me?”
He snorted. “You’re an acquired taste… but yeah.”
I smacked him. “Yeah, because when we first met, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”
“I think it was the other way around.”
“Ha! You wish.”
He pulled me closer and sighed. “I still don’t want you to go without me.”
His confession melted my heart. “I don’t either, but you’ll be safer here. I shouldn’t be more than an hour, tops, and just think… you could take a nap. I can tell you’re tired.”