Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I hear Hunter curse under his breath. It’s clear he doesn’t know this guy either.
“What’s our next move?” he asks.
“We pray that the ATM camera is a help. I’m going to go talk to Sam at the bar where Robin hangs out. Maybe they have an image of the dude with her. It’s a long shot because Robin goes through a lot of men, but still if this asshole is stupid enough to bankroll her, maybe she’s spending more time with him than she does the others,” Adam responds.
“I’ll head down to the bar with you. Sam is more likely to talk to me than you, Adam,” Skull murmurs, looking as if he is in deep thought.
“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll go, too,” Torch replies.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” Skull growls, as the atmosphere in the room darkens. “I can go to a damn bar without ordering a drink.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, asshole,” Torch mutters. “I just want to be there, too. Beau is going to be my daughter-in-law. I want to follow every clue.
“I don’t think—” I start, wanting to deny the whole daughter-in-law thing.
“Thanks, Dad,” Hunter interrupts.
Skull sighs. “You sure you won’t trade BB in and have a go at Spider, Twinkle Toes?”
I blush at the silly nickname. I feel Hunter’s muscles tighten against me. He might know Skull is just kidding, but he doesn’t like it. “I’m good,” I murmur. I’m embarrassed, partly over the nickname, but also because of how possessive Hunter is. Don’t get me wrong, I like it … a lot. Yet, it’s unnerving in front of so many.
“Damn straight she is,” Hunter growls, somehow getting me closer to him when I would’ve thought that was impossible. Then, as if to put the exclamation point on it, he roughly kisses the top of my head.
“Stop kissing my head. I’m not a dog,” I grumble, as everyone laughs.
“No, you’re mine,” he growls shooting Skull a mean look.
“Sometimes a woman needs to hear she’s appreciated, hijo,” Skull explains.
“Harper knows. I show her every night. Most nights a lot more than once,” he brags. Well, I’m not sure he’s really bragging. It’s never just once a night. I have a feeling when we finally break the seal, we may kill one another. It’s that explosive between us.
“Hunter!” I hiss, chastising him when it hits me that I’m in a room full of men, two of which I kind of think of as a second father.
“You can’t deny it, Harper.”
“I can kill you,” I rebut.
“You’d miss me too much,” he says with a lazy grin, making me roll my eyes.
“BB, I’m supposed to give you the bad news,” Torch says, getting our attention.
“What bad news?”
“King is putting the club in rotation to have your back. You will keep two men on you at all times. One will be stationed here at Beau’s while one will be your shadow.”
“I think that’s overkill. It’s not like I’ve been the object of whoever is doing this. Only Hunter,” I point out—not liking the idea that someone will be following me around all day. That’s going to be annoying and weird when I meet with clients.
“Okay,” Hunter says, shocking the hell out of me.
“Okay?” I squeak. “You’re just going to quietly agree to having someone following you around all day? Who are you and what have you done with the man I thought I knew?”
Hunter smirks and gives me a wink. “I’m fine with it because I will do anything to keep you safe. I’m actually surprised that is the only thing King is demanding.”
“Well, I’m not happy,” I complain under my breath, while folding my hands at my chest.
“I can tell,” he jokes.
“Actually, there is more,” Torch says, getting our attention. I can feel Hunter tensing up.
“What?” he says, not nearly as jovial as he was just seconds before.
“You’re going to move home.”
“No fucking way.”
“It’s the only way to keep you both safe. Our house is gated and fenced. Nothing gets in and out without triggering sensors. You can keep your vehicles there and we won’t have to worry about what people are putting in them.”
“I’m not leaving my house. It’s my home. It belonged to dad. I won’t leave it unprotected,” I interject.
“Beau, honey.”
“No, I mean it,” I argue when Skull tries to talk me down.
“I actually agree with her,” Hunter says surprising me.
“You do?” I ask
“I do. This is our home. It’s the first place that Ty has been that he’s completely happy. We’re building a foundation that he needs, something for him to have faith in. I’m not going to take that away. Me and the boys can make this place safe. There’s no need for us to move.”
There’s a lot to unpack in what Hunter just said. That fear that this is all moving at the speed of light hits me again, but I beat it down. I need to focus. I’m getting what I want here. The rest of it I can digest and obsess over later—when I’m alone and have instant access to a bottle of tequila.