Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
The only people I ever cared about. A life for a life. And that bitch owed me several.
You don’t know hell until you don’t know what day or time it is. Time moves slowly when all you have are your thoughts. There was no mattress or toilet in that cell with me. It got to the point where I thought I imagined Eve altogether. That she was a part of my imagination and never existed. But she does. I’ve found my way to her, and I will do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way.
I’ve given her two days to herself since I got her off in the office at the cathedral. There’s nothing scarier than your own thoughts. I want to be on her mind twenty-four seven. Always looking over her shoulder for me. I want her confused and constantly wondering if I’m there.
A knock comes on my bedroom door. Opening it, I find Jessie standing in the hallway. “Come in, man.” I hold it so he can enter.
“You had some packages arrive, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Smiling, I grab everything and exit my room. Walking across the hallway, I begin to open the door but stop myself and knock instead.
It cracks open just a bit and blue eyes meet mine. “Kashton?” She frowns as she hides her body behind the door. Her wet hair tells me she just got out of the shower. She’s either naked or only has a towel on. “Haidyn isn’t in here.”
“I’m here to see you.” I smile at her.
“Oh, okay. Can you give me a minute?”
“Of course.”
She closes the door, and I stand silently in the hallway while she gets dressed. After a few short minutes, she fully opens the door, now dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Her wet hair is up in some kind of clip. Charlotte gestures for me to enter.
“What can I do for you?” she wonders.
I hold out the boxes to her. “I brought you some gifts.”
Placing them on the bed, she picks up the one on the top. She tries to open it, but it’s taped. “Here.” I remove my pocketknife, slap it open, and take the box from her. I cut the tape across the top and both sides before handing it back.
“Thank you,” she mumbles awkwardly and begins to open it while I cut the other two open for her.
I watch her eyes light up when she drops the box to her feet. “Oh my gosh, I’ve been wanting one of these.” She gives me a bright smile.
The sound of the door unlocking has me looking up before Haidyn enters. He comes to a stop when his eyes meet mine. They narrow on me. “What are you doing in here?”
I frown at the accusation in his tone. Does he not trust me with his wife? He made me her guardian.
“Look what Kashton got us.” She holds it up for him to see.
Walking over to her, he frowns, looking it over. “What is it?”
“It’s a backpack,” I inform him.
“A cat carrier backpack,” she corrects me. “It’s for Muffin.” She beams, handing it over to him. “We can take her for walks. She’ll love it.”
His eyes go to mine, and he looks very unpleased about his future outdoor adventures with the hairy pussy. I can see him wearing it while Charlotte takes pictures of them bird-watching out in the woods.
“Oh, don’t think I forgot about you, big guy.” I hand him the second box. When he makes no attempt to open it, she rips it from his hands and does the job.
She laughs. “It’s perfect.” Then she holds it up to his chest and reads the T-shirt out loud. “I love her Muffin.”
“Get it?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “It could mean—”
“I get it,” he interrupts, not amused in the slightest.
Just then, the cat jumps up on the bed and meows. Charlotte picks her up. “Want to go for a walk?” She kisses the cat and smiles over at her husband.
Haidyn looks like he wants to deny her, but after a second, he nods. “I have an hour.”
Charlotte holds Muffin out to him, and he takes her without hesitation before she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. “Let me change.” Spinning around, she practically skips off to the bathroom.
I clap my hands. My work is done. “Have fun,” I sing, exiting his room. Just as the door goes to shut, he rips it open and spins me around.
“What the fuck are you doing, Kash?” he demands, setting the cat down on the floor.
“I can’t give your wife gifts?” I cross my arms over my chest.
His face tightens. He knows I’m buttering her up for selfish reasons. Charlotte might not know Eve, but she knows of her, and I want all the girl talk she’ll offer—teatime, girls’ night, spa days. Whatever it’ll fucking take. Even if that means spoiling the damn cat that I hate. But I can’t just come right out and ask Charlotte a million questions about Everett. I’m a patient man. I’ve waited this long to find Eve. I’ll take the time to get the information I want. Charlotte acted like she didn’t know who she was, but something tells me there’s more there. I can’t not try. Even if it ends up being a dead end.