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)
So much had happened today that it was hard to keep everything straight. Besides the attempts on my life, I had a beautiful woman staying here to protect me. But she was quickly becoming more than that. What had I gotten into?
Thinking of Serenity naked in the bathroom just down the hall sent my pulse racing. I needed to figure out who was targeting me and why, before I completely fell for her. Of course, that would mean our time together was over. But wasn’t that what I wanted?
Too bad everything about her drew me in. I’d never had such an immediate connection to anyone before, and I didn’t like the feeling. Usually, I could take ‘em or leave ‘em, but Serenity just seemed to get under my skin, and her allure ran deep.
The fact that she had a soon-to-be ex didn’t even deter me. I usually stayed far away from women like her, but after meeting him, something deep and primitive rose up inside me. What a prick. When he told her he wished she’d died in the accident, I almost came unglued.
She was damn lucky to be rid of him. If he couldn’t handle her touch, then he didn’t deserve her. Yes, it was a little disconcerting to know she saw things sometimes, but it was also fascinating.
Since Cash had to be the link to my stalker, she’d definitely proved me wrong. I hadn’t been sure her visions were actually related until now. It seemed that, even though they didn’t always make sense, there was a connection between events. Plus, she seemed to believe that whatever they showed was always for a purpose.
So why was her ex so upset? Did he have something to hide? I’d seen the fear in his eyes when he looked at her. It was almost like he used sarcasm and meanness to cover it. Something didn’t gel, and I wanted to know what it was. Next time she saw him, she should try to touch him; then she’d see how fast he ran away.
Breathing easier, I got out of the shower and dried off. I needed to see if Serenity would let me help bandage her cute little ass. Now that we’d both had time to collect ourselves, it wasn’t a big deal. Besides, I was a cool and collected hitman with nerves of steel. Nothing got to me.
I had a couple of new scrapes and bruises myself, but nothing as bad as Serenity. Of course, my black blazer was toast, along with Serenity’s sexy red dress, which was a huge shame, because she looked amazing in it. At least we were still alive. The image of Serenity standing nearly naked washed over me, and I groaned. Maybe I wasn’t so cool and collected after all.
Slipping on a t-shirt and gym shorts, I left my room to check on her. From the sound of the shower running, she was still in the bathroom, so I headed down the hall for a snack in the kitchen.
Pulling out a yogurt, I heard the water turn off and leaned against the counter to eat. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and her bedroom door shut pretty hard. I huffed out a breath and decided to give her another minute before offering to help her again.
She’d probably send me on my way, but, since she’d saved my ass by putting hers in the line of fire, I had to ask. I grinned at my pun, but quickly sobered. I genuinely hated that she’d been hurt, so maybe I should leave her alone. But what if she needed my help? Besides, it didn’t hurt to ask, and I loved it when she got flustered around me.
After throwing the empty yogurt container away, I stepped down the hall and knocked on her door. “You okay in there?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Need any help?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
The door opened, and she stood there in a loose t-shirt that covered her to mid-thigh. “Yes. But I could use some pain reliever. Do you have some handy?”
“Sure. It’s in the kitchen.” I kept my gaze firmly on her face. Her dress had been revealing, but somehow, seeing her like this excited me even more. Maybe I should have worn my jeans. Turning, I led the way to the kitchen, and she followed slowly behind me. “How’s your butt?”
She huffed. “Not too bad. I found the burn gel and slathered it on.”
“Good. Would you like me to take a look at it?”
Her brows rose. “Uh… no. It’s all bandaged up.”
“Oh… okay. Well, let me know if you change your mind. Can you sit down?”
“Yeah. It’s not in the worst spot, even if it is uncomfortable.”
“That’s a bummer.” I snickered, unable to resist the stupid joke.
She smacked my arm. “That’s not funny.”
“Sorry… it’s not fun to be the butt of a joke.”