Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“How?”
Mark shrugged. “I met with the police chief and got it all squared away. He’s been helping the DEA with this, so once I told him it was all part of the investigation, he let him go.”
I sighed in relief.
“I’m gonna give you directions and the key code to my cabin, so you can get out of town and let things calm down while I get a warrant to pick up Lazano,” he continued. “You’ll also be safe up there. No more men coming after you.”
That sounded like a great idea–not being shot at.
“Roy might need to run around a bit to work off some of his energy,” he added.
“Okay–here’s the thumb drive. I put the accounting spreadsheet on there with the wire details.” I handed it to Mark. He’d gotten Roy out, so this was my end of the deal. “Wait, your… cabin?”
Mark nodded. “It’s up in the foothills about forty-five minutes from here. Better than that hotel suite.”
He was probably right. Roy definitely didn’t need to go near an elevator again.
I smiled at Mark’s consideration. “Thanks.”
“You need me to drive you?” Mark asked Roy.
Roy didn’t answer, only held me tightly with his nose buried in my hair.
“You need to get to my cabin, Roy. You can run out there. Okay? Lots of good places, too. Let’s get you out of the city. You hear me?”
I didn’t know why he was talking to him like he was dense. Or a child. And run? It wasn’t gym class.
But Roy grunted and slowly released his grip on me, lowering me to the ground. He held my waist as I settled. “Yeah. I need to run,” he agreed then ran a hand over his face.
I glanced between them, my neck crooked up to do so. What in the hell were they talking about?
Mark must’ve seen my look of confusion because he scrubbed his hand across his jaw and said, “Sometimes people with claustrophobia need to run off their excess energy when they get free. He might need a few hours out in the woods, but he’ll be okay.”
Huh. I never heard of running off claustrophobia but whatever. Maybe it made sense to get up into the mountains where there was a lot of space, a lot of distance from the jail cell he’d just been in. Away from everything… but me.
He needed to get away from everything that triggered his PTSD. A cabin in the woods sounded nice.
“Okay, well, I parked the van over there.” I pointed further down the line of cars, and we walked that way.
“There’s plenty of food up there. I’m dropping a pin with the address, and I’ll text you the key code information,” Mark said to Roy as we stopped in front of the van.
Roy’s eyes still seemed glazed, so I thanked Mark.
“I’ll be in touch about the Lazano situation,” he promised then held up the thumb drive. “With this, we should have what we need to get an arrest warrant for Lazano. I’ve got the judge on speed dial, and everyone’s itching to get this case closed and the fucker behind bars. It should take a few hours. Hopefully.”
“You can bother a judge at this time of night? On the weekend?” I wondered. I wanted the man arrested as much as Mark.
The agent grinned. “With your new evidence? He won’t mind for this case. Lie low together. This should be over soon.”
“Thanks again.” I gave Mark a smile. “For everything.”
“Other way around. It’s you I have to thank. Without you, we wouldn’t have what we needed to bring him down.” He glanced at Roy then back to me. “Call me if you need anything. Ah…there are wolves up there around the cabin, but they’re friendly. Don’t be scared if you see one, okay?”
Wolves? Friendly?
“Um, okay. Sure,” I said, not sure what to answer.
Mark nodded then walked off with purpose.
“You okay?” I asked, turning to face Roy and setting my hand on his chest.
He set his big one on top of it, holding it in place.
He shook his head then leaned down and tucked his face into my neck. Breathed me in.
“Fuck, sugar, I missed you.” His hand came up and stroked over my hair.
“Feeling better?” I wondered. I wasn’t sure if he could drive like this.
“Mmm, yeah. Give me your mouth.”
I turned my head, so our lips touched. Then it went feral because it seemed we both needed the connection. Roy groaned and pretty much devoured me. He turned us so my back was pressed into the side of his van. I had no idea how long we kissed, but I whimpered when he pulled back.
When I blinked my eyes open, his were clear now and filled with need. His coloring was better, and there was his lethal smile.
“I’m feeling better, yeah. But I’ll feel amazing when we get to Mark’s cabin, and I can sink in your sweet pussy.”