Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Kind of like Lenore being Griffin’s ‘old lady.’
I hadn’t even realized there were such things as old ladies.
But after being informed by Lenore that old ladies were like the wives of the biker world, I realized that I really, really wanted to be one.
I just had to figure out where Mig was first.
Which was where I was going now.
According to Lenore, my partner in crime, Griffin and Mig worked in the same building.
And I had a legitimate reason to be there and ask for Mig’s help.
I was rethinking my decision to go two minutes later as I drove down the road to the office Lenore had given me directions to this morning as I’d done her hair.
It didn’t look like a DEA or Texas Ranger headquarters.
Not that I really had anything to go by.
In fact, I sat studying it so long that I didn’t realize there was someone at the front of my car until they tapped on the hood.
I jumped, turning to find a glaring Mig at the front of my car.
And he did not look happy to see me.
Gathering what little courage I had, I got out of the car slowly, very aware of my head.
I still got head rushes when I went from sitting to standing quickly.
Then my head would start hurting for hours.
So I learned the hard way to do it slow, or else.
“Hey,” I whispered.
I also learned that if I talked too loudly, that it seemed to jar something in my brain, making my head hurt.
Then again, loud noises, sudden movements, and chewing made my head hurt...it didn’t take much.
His eyes narrowed on me, studying me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
“What are you doing here?” He rasped.
God, his voice!
It made shivers run down my spine, and my toes curl.
“I have something to show you…and run by you,” I said.
And I did.
I never realized just why my husband had tried to break into my house that night a month and a half ago.
It wasn’t until I moved my things back into my store that I realized the coincidences.
I walked around the car, passing right by him to get to my right back passenger seat.
I didn’t question why I chose to go the front way that took me by him instead of around the back that was faster.
I could’ve sworn that he’d growled as I made my way past him.
But he didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
Instead, I reached in for a huge box of junk I’d managed to pick up without breaking my head, and turned.
I froze when I saw how close Mig was to me.
He had to be standing only inches away from me, and the only thing separating us was the box in my hands.
“What is it?” He rumbled.
Then I was divested of my box, and he was walking across the street without another word.
I followed behind him, going at a much slower pace than him.
I hadn’t been able to work out since I’d been hurt.
Yet again, the moment blood started to really work through my body, and my heart rate started to rise, a headache would be soon to follow.
But, it turns out, watching Mig’s ass in his tight jeans made my blood pressure rise…and wouldn’t you know it, a headache started to thud dully behind my eyes.
Well, that sucked!
I slowed down even more, allowing a large distance to separate the two of us, hoping that if I slowed down my head wouldn’t get into the full blown kill-me-now range.
And surprisingly, it worked.
Mig’s scowl as he held the door open for me had me rethinking the decision, though.
“What’s wrong?” He asked once I reached his side.
I gently shook my head from side to side.
“Headache. Nothing I can’t handle,” I said, slowly passing between him and the doorframe he so kindly held open for me.
He grunted as I passed by him, and my eyes nearly crossed as my front brushed against his.
The first person I saw when I entered the room was Griffin and his bright blue, knowing eyes.
I waved, and he winked, returning to his phone conversation without even a hello.
Mig brushed past me and said, “Over here.”
I followed him to the desk and stopped just to the side of his chair.
He set the box down on the desk, and I took the time to look around the room.
It was pretty bare.
There were two desks with mounds of paperwork on each.
Two chairs behind each desk.
A bulletin board on the far wall, a water dispenser in the corner near the front door, and a dartboard splitting the two halves of the room in the very front.
“What do you have that you want me to look at?” Mig rumbled.
I blinked, returning my gaze to him.
My mouth watered as I took in his face.
The longer than usual dark hair that was covering his head.