Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I sat up straighter. “Wait. Lemmie guess. First Self-Righteous Church of Pascagoula?”
Mike nodded, his eyes going wide. “Yep. Goddamned squirrel went berserk.”
“That’s it! Heard everyone learned way more about Sister Bertha’s love life than was decent.” There was a pause. “Heard she actually started namin’ names.”
We were trying to get to Knight, to pull him out of this funk because, honestly, the man truly hated to be gotten the better of. I didn’t think he was going to bite, but then he shrugged. “Ironically, the actual name of that church -- it’s more or less a kinda true story -- was First Baptist Church of Poplarville.”
Mike glanced at me, then back to Knight, who was still busily clicking away on his laptop never even having looked up. When Mike looked back at me, I shook my head at the other man. “I got nothin’, man.”
Mike broke first, but I wasn’t far behind. We both laughed so hard we had to wipe tears from our eyes. Knight merely snorted, giving a little half smile as he continued to work.
“You look like shit warmed over.” Mike slid me a tall glass of ice water. Because Knight was right.
I grunted. “Gee, thanks, man.”
“Just saying.” Mike wiped down the bar again after picking up empty glasses left by patrons next to us. “You know she ain’t coming back, right? Think I tried to tell you she was trouble from the beginning.”
“Yep.” I grinned. “She definitely was that.”
I picked up my water to take a healthy pull when the door opened…
Darby pushed through the door, and the air left my lungs in a rush. Her dark hair was loose around her face, partially obscuring her features, but I’d have recognized her anywhere. The way she moved, that predator’s grace that had caught my attention the first time I saw her, was unmistakable even as she favored her right side slightly.
She made her way to the bar. When she brushed against someone and her smile faltered and I saw an unmistakable wince. When she reached up to brush her hair off her cheek…
My breath caught. A darkening bruise along her left cheekbone and a split in her lower lip marred her beautiful features. My blood turned to ice, then fire. Someone had hurt her. Someone had put their hands on her, on her face. The thought made my vision blur at the edges with rage.
I was on my feet before I made a conscious decision to move, crossing to the other side of the bar in long strides that ate up the distance between us. She didn’t notice me at first, too focused on ordering her drink from the female bartender working this end of the bar. Darby’s knuckles were bruised and torn, as she gripped the edge of the bar, I saw one was still bleeding. Whatever had happened, she’d fought back. Good.
“What the hell happened to you?” The words came out harsher than I intended, rough with weeks of worry and the sudden shock of seeing her injured.
Darby’s head snapped up, eyes widening with genuine surprise and fear before she schooled her features into that familiar smirk. But not before I caught something else there. Relief, maybe? Whatever expression tried to give her away was gone so quickly I might have imagined it.
“Nothing you need to worry about, big guy,” she said, but her fingers trembled slightly around the glass Mike slid in front of her without being asked. A double shot of Jack. He’d remembered her order too. Something I’d have to deal with later, but my jealousy wasn’t important right now.
“Bullshit,” I said, moving closer until I stood directly beside her. “Who did this to you?”
“Didn’t know I owed you an explanation.” She tossed back her drink in one go, wincing slightly as the alcohol hit her split lip. “Don’t remember signing any paperwork making you my keeper.”
I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my anger. Not at her. Never at her. But whoever had marked her face was a fucking dead man. “Someone put their hands on you, and I’d like very much to return the favor.”
Something flickered in her eyes. Surprise again, and something softer that she quickly buried. “You been waiting here for me, Sully? Night after night like some lovesick teenager?” Her voice was teasing, but the question held real curiosity.
“Yeah. I have.” No point in lying. She’d see through it anyway.
Mike snorted as he passed, setting down another glass for me. “Every fucking night for weeks,” he confirmed, giving me a look that said I was either the most pathetic or the most determined man he’d ever seen. Maybe both. Either way, at least I knew I wasn’t going to have to fight the man for Darby. “On the house,” he added, nodding at my fresh drink before moving away to give us privacy. For a man who’d basically cut me off, he’d reversed himself. Though he was probably right. I might need something to dull the fury trying to engulf me.