Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I think for a moment, then shake my head as I look up at Bax. “What if it’s not someone who has it out for me? What if it’s someone who has an issue with Kourtney? I mean, the window at her house was broken, and yeah, it was my car, but I’m parked in her driveway.”
“Who’s Kourtney?” Detective Hammer asks, and I turn to look at him.
“She owns the house next door. I just moved in with her a couple of weeks ago.”
“Where is she now?”
“In LA. She’s a travel nurse, so she’s out of town a lot. I…” I shake my head. “I don’t think she has any enemies either, but….” I shrug, not finishing my thought.
“We can talk to her and see if she’s had any issues with anyone,” Cobi assures me, and I let out a breath. It doesn’t make me feel better thinking that someone might be intentionally doing things to hurt Kourtney, but it makes more sense. I mean, I know Julie might have a problem with me dating Bax, but I don’t think she would vandalize my car over it, and I didn’t even have a problem with her when the brick went through the window.
“Thank you.”
“I promise we are going to do everything we can to get to the bottom of this situation,” Detective Hammer adds with a soft smile before looking at Cobi. “Do you have any more questions?”
“No.” He shakes his head, then looks at Bax and me. “We’re going to collect whatever evidence we can from the car, then get out of your hair.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate you coming out.” Bax uses his free hand to clasp his cousin’s.
“You know you don’t have to thank me,” Cobi says before looking at me, his face instantly going soft. “Bax has my cell if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, then look at Detective Hammer. “Both of you.”
“You’re welcome.” The man dips his chin. “We’ll be in touch.”
I wrap my arms around my middle as Bax walks them to the door, and when it closes behind them, he turns to face me. “You okay?”
“No,” I mumble, and he sighs, closing the distance between us.
“Did you get ahold of your insurance company?”
“I did.” I burrow against his chest, letting out a breath as his arms wrap around me. “They told me where I can take my car, but they don’t open until nine, so I can’t call them yet.”
“When is your first appointment today?”
“I think ten. I also need to sort out a rental car.”
“I’ll make you some breakfast while you do that,” he tells me.
“I can’t eat.”
“You can, and you will.” He cups my jaw and tips my head back. “Then I’ll take you over to Kourtney’s, wait for you while you get ready, then make sure you feel comfortable in my truck so you can get to work. And this evening, I’ll take you to pick up your rental if you are able to get one, and you’ll spend the weekend with your friend like you planned. You’re not going to let whoever did that shit derail your day or your life.”
“Okay.” I drop my forehead to his chest and feel him kiss the top of my head before I let him lead me into the kitchen, where he makes me breakfast while I call and schedule a rental car pickup.
Afterward, we go over to Kourtney’s, and I shower for work while he hangs out on my bed. And once I’m dressed and ready, he takes me out to his truck, makes sure I feel comfortable driving it—exactly as he said he’d do—and I leave him with a kiss and head to work.
CHAPTER 17
Olivia
Flipping on the turn signal of my rental, I watch Kourtney’s house come into view and feel my stomach twist when I spot my dad and Bax standing in the driveway. The two of them are sentinels, with their arms crossed over their chests, watching the tow truck driver pull my car up on the back of his truck. Since I was going to pick up Rebecca from the airport, and I thought Bax might still be at work, I asked my dad to meet the driver here, who is taking my car to the auto body shop my insurance suggested I use. Apparently, though, Bax was home.
“Who’s that guy with your dad?” Rebecca whispers, and I look over at my best friend before turning to look back out the windshield.
I don’t need to ask which man she’s talking about.
“That’s Bax.”
“That’s him?”
“Yeah,” I whisper as three sets of eyes look our way, but my attention focuses on Bax, and I watch him smile at me.
“Holy cow,” she whispers as I pull my gaze off his so I can park along the curb since there is no room for me in the driveway. If I didn’t know him and just saw him on the street, I would think wow too. “I can’t believe you’ve been keeping him a secret.”