Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
It was an Audi. Sampson had grumbled about her being allowed to drive around on her own while Isaiah had researched the safety features. However, Immy was a good driver.
Mostly.
She’d only had a couple of speeding tickets. And several parking fines. But who didn’t?
“I didn’t realize I was in there so long,” she muttered.
“I’ll drive you home,” he told her.
“But didn’t you drive here?” She glanced around and spotted his motorbike. “You can’t leave your bike here.”
His bike was his baby. No way would he leave it here overnight. Especially not in this neighborhood.
“It will be fine. I’ll get Sampson to drop me back here.”
“Don’t be silly. I can drive.”
“You sure?”
“Of course. Stop worrying so much. We’re twenty minutes from home.”
“You don’t have the best night vision.”
“I’ll be fine. And there are plenty of streetlights.”
Isaiah eyed her for a long moment.
“I’m fine. Go!”
Immy turned to open her door and he reached over. For a moment, she thought he was going to press the door closed, but instead he opened it and helped her in.
“Drive carefully, I’ll be right behind you. Use the garage.”
Immy nodded. She got into her car and set off.
There was actually plenty of light; the city didn’t really get that dark. So she didn’t know why Isaiah was fussing.
Parking in the garage, she reached for her belt to unbuckle it. Suddenly, her door flew open and she let out a scream loud enough to scare the neighbors.
“Fuck! Immy, what is it? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” Jenner asked frantically.
Reaching in, he grabbed her and drew her out into his arms. Then he was rushing inside with her.
“What is it? What’s happened?” Sampson snapped.
“Immy? What’s going on? Why are you carrying her?” Abe asked.
Dear Lord.
“I don’t know. I opened her car door and she started screaming,” Jenner said. “I think something has happened.”
“The only thing that happened is that you scared me half to death,” she cried. “Put me down.”
“What? No.”
“Jenner, put me down,” she said in a firm voice.
Most of the time, Immy was pretty easygoing. But she’d learned that these guys would railroad her if she let them.
Oh, they had the best of intentions. Everything they did was for her and they did it because they cared.
But there were times when she took a stand. Normally, when they were going too far. Like when they wanted to hire her a chauffeur so she never had to drive anywhere. Oh, and when they toyed with getting her a bodyguard.
Why the heck would she need a bodyguard?
“You screamed,” Jenner said.
“Because you scared me!” she cried.
“Jenner, put her down,” Isaiah ordered as he walked into the kitchen.
Jenner’s arms tensed, but then he finally set her down on the counter.
“There was no need to pick me up and run through the house,” she told him. “Also, you owe the swear jar a dollar.”
“I’ll pay it later.”
She eyed him. “You better.”
“Where were you? We came home and you weren’t here,” Jenner said, stepping closer to her so her legs cradled his hips.
Dear Lord.
She’d had this dream before. Where he pinned her to the counter. That he’d suddenly lean in and kiss her. Then his hand would wrap around the back of her head and . . .
“Immy? Immy! Are you listening to us?” Sampson demanded.
And this was not part of her dream.
“Of course I’m listening. Um, what were you saying?”
“Immy,” Abe scolded quietly. Although she saw his lips twitch.
“If you were listening, then you’d know what we were saying,” Sampson growled.
“Where were you, Twinkles?” Jenner asked. “I was worried.”
This is why she loved them all and put up with their caveman ways.
Because at the end of the day everything they did or said was because they cared.
“I was out with Isaiah,” she said.
They all looked at Isaiah who was making himself a sandwich.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she demanded, trying to slide off the counter. Unfortunately, Jenner wouldn’t get out of her way. And she didn’t want to press fully up against him.
Well, she did . . . but it was probably better that she didn’t.
“What?” Isaiah asked.
“I’m going to make dinner. You’ll ruin your appetite.”
“Nothing ruins Isaiah’s appetite,” Jenner said dismissively. “What were you guys doing?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she stated.
“Why not? What’s the big secret?” Sampson asked as Jenner narrowed his gaze.
He didn’t look happy. She hated when Jenner wasn’t happy. So she had to bite her lip against blurting out exactly what had happened.
“There’s no secret. We just went out to have a drink,” Immy told them.
“But you can’t drink,” Jenner said.
“I can have soda.”
“Soda isn’t good for you,” Jenner told her.
“You drink it,” Abe pointed out.
“Yeah, but I’m not Immy. She should be drinking fruit juice, at least it has vitamins in it. Have you taken your vitamins and medication today?”
Immy sighed. “Yes, of course I have.”