Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"You think I'm that big of a catch?" Now she's smirking and wiggling around in her seat.
When Kindred gets excited or pleased about something, she can never sit still. Fucking adorable. It's on the list of all the things she does that work for me. I think anyone else wiggling all around next to me would be annoying.
"You are." Kindred's eyes assess me.
In my second year in the Army, the cartel captured my team while we were conducting an intelligence operation. Being tied to a chair and interrogated was less stressful than wondering what she is thinking while eyeing me up, and I'm guessing it's not a simple death like the cartel would give you.
"We can go together. I think a date would be better than reading about one in books. I mean, you can keep reading them. I peeked at the pirate book you got and—" Kindred trails off. It's dim inside my cruiser, but I swear she's blushing. I haven't seen Kindred be shy about anything. I need to read that one next. I wasn't sure how I could relate a pirate romance to real life, so it had been at the bottom of the pile. Now that I know she’s interested in it, so am I.
"So it's a date?"
“We’ll talk later.” To my surprise, she leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek. Her warm, soft, pillowy lips on my skin go straight to my dick. It takes everything in me not to turn my head and take her mouth.
I reluctantly let her knee go and watch her hug Candy before they go inside the restaurant together.
I don't know how long I sit there, but I make myself pull away from the curb. If I'm going to stalk her, I should be better at it than sitting out front, fully noticeable. But then again, the things I've been doing up until now haven't been working. That might be the key. I should try them all a whole lot differently.
Chapter Ten
KINDRED
We have to play it cool. I know we’re going to get busted. It’s more about having a head start. I haven’t filled Candy in on what’s next. She probably thinks dinner is all we’re doing.
“How’s the ravioli?” I ask, pushing around my pasta. Between trying to wrap my mind around the car ride with Cash here and the anticipation of my plans, I’m too excited to eat.
“It’s good, but you’re quiet, so either you’re up to something or your mind is elsewhere.” Candy is quickly getting to know me.
“A little bit of both,” I admit.
“I didn’t know if I could bring up Hudson driving you here, but he does that a lot, so maybe it's more normal than I know.” He does now that I think about it. I swear I always end up in his cruiser one way or another.
"He's going to be my date to the wedding." I pick up my lemon martini. They are far too yummy for my own good. I have almost polished off my second.
"We have been at this table for forty minutes, and you're just saying this?!"
"Hey," I hush her. A few tables curiously glance our way. The people in this town are nosy as hell. While sometimes that works in my favor, it’s not so great if the news is about you.
"You did not just hush me." Candy snorts a laugh. I am often the one to make a scene, but since getting into the vehicle with Hudson—wait, Cash—I feel suddenly shy. Was there a shift I missed?
"It's not a real date."
Candy's excitement falters. "Wait, I was going to take full ownership of this date since I was the one that pushed the wedding date comment." Candy has been hanging out with her soon-to-be mother-in-law, Mary, too much. Now she's trying to matchmake too.
"He admitted that he isn't very good at expressing himself or interacting with women. So I told him I could teach him on the date." Think that's what I said. I don't know. It was hard to form words with his fingers drifting along the inside of my thigh. I still feel his touch there.
"Interesting." Her nose scrunches.
"My thought too. I mean, I know he went to a military school when he was younger and from there into the Army, then became a Ranger, and ultimately ended up here. So maybe he hasn't dated much—"
"If at all," Candy adds.
"But it's still hard to believe. Come on. There is no missing the way women stare at him. They are constantly trying to get his attention and talk to him. He doesn't need to be good with women when they fall right into his lap."
"I have never seen a woman in his lap."
"You know what I mean." I ask George, our waiter, for another martini and our check when he gets a chance.