Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Last night was still going to bother me, but Selena had a security system, and she was at the hospital more than she was at home. I didn’t need to stick my nose any further into this. Liberty checked out with her employer and coworker. Granted, both were men, and they probably fantasized about fucking her every chance they could, but they hadn’t looked like they were covering anything up.
Getting back on my Harley, I tried to shove all thoughts of Liberty out of my head. Cranking it up, I turned to drive out of the parking lot when the sight of her bent over a bush, holding her long brown hair back, caught my attention. I parked my bike in a parking spot closer to her, watching her.
I was a few feet behind her when she straightened and her shoulders slumped forward. She let her hair go, and it cascaded down her back. I waited for her to turn around. I might not have seen her face yet, but I knew that ass. It was Liberty, and I was positive she had been vomiting just now in the bush.
When she turned around, her eyes locked on me, and then they widened. She was already pale, but the shock, then fear that flashed in those honey-brown irises unsettled me. I was missing something. Overlooking it because I didn’t want to see Liberty for anything more than the spoiled bitch she had been to her sister. Trying to remove Selena from the equation, I took in Liberty’s appearance. She was dressed for work. It looked like her top was a size too small. Probably helped with the tips.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
I raised an eyebrow. “Checking to see if you’re gonna bring any trouble to Selena’s door while I’m away.”
The flash of hurt in her eyes before she dropped her gaze to the ground didn’t fit. What did she have to be hurt over? I’d caught her before she even hit the concrete last night and carried her the rest of the way to the house since I couldn’t ride with an unconscious woman on my bike.
“I’m not at Sissy’s anymore,” she replied. “And I don’t think she’ll have a change of heart.” Liberty didn’t look my way again but started to walk toward the back of the building.
“She opened her home to you, tried to help you, and you threw all that in her face this morning and left. She’s going to worry about you. Are you really that selfish?”
Liberty stopped walking. Her back went rigid, and she stood there for a moment, saying nothing. I started to think she was going to ignore me and leave when she finally turned back around to face me. Her brows were drawn together, as if she was trying to figure out what I’d said.
“Selfish? Me? That’s what you think?”
A hard laugh fell from her full lips. Without the red lipstick, they were a pale pink. I liked them better that way. Not that I should like anything about this woman. But I was a red-blooded male, and she was a sexpot.
She tilted her head back, letting her waves of thick brown hair fall back over her shoulders as she stared up at the sky. I said nothing but waited to see if she was going to explain or elaborate.
When she looked at me again, she no longer looked angry. There was a quiet determination in her expression. “I need to get to work. If you are done accusing me of things that you know nothing about, I’d appreciate it if you left. Sissy is in no danger of me coming near her again—I can swear that to you,” she said, then spun around before taking long strides toward the back entrance of Abernathy’s.
I watched her go, wishing I didn’t give a fuck about her being mixed up with bad shit. She had so much potential, yet her father had really ruined her. Men bent over backward to do her bidding. Her life had been too easy, whereas Selena had had to bust her ass to get to where she was now. I was sure there was jealousy there, causing Liberty to lash out at her sister.
Fucking women.
She stopped and took the handle of a suitcase I hadn’t noticed before and rolled it toward the door. There was another one behind it. Why did she have her suitcases here? When she’d left this morning, she must have gone somewhere. Had a plan at least.
I watched her pull both suitcases inside and waited until the door closed behind her.
Turning back around toward the bushes, I walked over to see if I’d been right about her throwing up. I had been. Looked like she’d lost her breakfast.
Glancing back at the building, I thought back to last night. She’d been pale. I’d caught her before she hit the ground when she fainted. More than twelve hours later, she had thrown up what she had eaten for breakfast. She was still pretty damn pale. Selena had said she woke up and grabbed her things and left. She hadn’t mentioned her appearing sick. Why would she run off from the roof over her head when she wasn’t feeling good?