Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
My shoulders slumped. “It made me want to puke.”
“But you did it.”
I nodded. “But I did it.”
“So what’s your next step?” he asked. “You need therapy. And I know that I’m not usually one to follow my own advice, but Silver’s made me fuckin’ soft, man. And if you don’t want to talk to a therapist, at least talk to someone else.” His eyes glanced in the rear-view mirror. “Like a pretty little nurse that is obsessed with you.”
“What makes you think she’s obsessed?” I asked.
Because if anyone was obsessed, it was me.
I already had my computer and laptop working double time so I could find everything there was to know about Dru Rossi out. I’d know her every single wish and desire by the end of the day.
I’d have her shopping history. Her credit score. Her fuckin’ bookmark history on her computer.
I wanted to know it all, down to the tiniest of things.
If it concerned her, or even partially skimmed just beneath the surface of her, I wanted that knowledge.
Sure, I could ask her, but that wasn’t usually how I worked.
Plus, I doubted she’d go as in-depth as I wanted.
Hell, at this point I wanted to know her average keystroke when she typed. I wanted to know how many times she fuckin’ blinked in a minute.
I was that obsessed.
“She followed your every move. Every time someone came into that hotel room, she’d ask about you. She even Googled you when someone let her use their phone. Wouldn’t leave without you. Got combative when they tried to separate you out to talk to you about the crash. If that doesn’t sound like she’s obsessed, after having known you for only a few short hours, then I don’t know what does.”
I smiled. Her fit when they’d tried to separate us had been epic, and short of arresting her for doing nothing wrong but being irrationally attached to me, they had no other recourse but to bring us in together.
I had a feeling, had they tried to push harder, she would’ve shut down and not answered a single one of their questions.
I’d never felt so wanted in my life.
Webber took the turn that would lead us to my place, and I paused. “You’re not taking her home?”
“Not tonight,” he said. “Unless you don’t want her to go home with you.”
The thought of taking her to that shithole sounded just about as bad as it could be.
I didn’t want her anywhere near her place until I could get some eyes on it.
Which led to me asking, “I have a favor.”
“You want eyes on her place,” he guessed.
I shot him a look. “I want eyes on everything. Inside. Outside. Her car. If it’s possible to get a view of it, I want it. But I’ll take care of everything on my end. I just want to see if you’ll get Silver to run by Dru’s place and get her some things.”
His eyes went a little haunted. “I’m not sure she’ll want to go back.”
“Fuck.” I mentally slapped my face. “I forgot.”
When Webber and Silver were just starting out, an incident had taken place at Silver’s apartment that’d sent her to the hospital.
“Dru was the one to call you,” I murmured.
Dru had been the one to call Webber to tell him about Silver being hurt. She and her sister had lived in the same complex that Dru’s sister managed.
“Yep,” Webber said.
“She doesn’t live there anymore,” I said. “The sister quit her job in a spectacular way, and Dru had to find a new place in a really unsavory area.”
“Let me guess, downtown, and not the good part of downtown.”
“You got it,” I grumbled, hating that she lived in the practical slums.
“Why’d she move there?”
Before I could answer, we hit a bump that caused Dru to stir and sit up, her face a mask of confusion. “Where are we?”
I looked around at the houses that only got bigger and bigger and said, “Heading to my place.”
“Oh,” she said. “He’s dropping you off first?”
“Dropping you off together,” Webber covered for me. “Those officers wanted y’all to be together in case they had any other questions.”
She scrunched up her face. “How’s that going to work when I have to go to work tomorrow morning?”
“You have to work tomorrow morning?” I asked.
She let out a deep breath. “Unfortunately. My bills don’t cover themselves.”
They wouldn’t for now, but I had a feeling that I’d be paying them for her eventually. I only had to get to that point in our relationship where she was comfortable accepting help.
“Guess you can stay the night with me, then go to work in the morning,” I offered.
She pursed her lips. “I guess that’s a good thing. My sister will be stalking my place, and I just don’t have the energy to deal with her shit right now.”