Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“I should go.” What she should do was call Zach, but if she did she might never be allowed to leave the farm again. As much as she loved it, she enjoyed the occasional bit of leave. He should understand that.
Tim seemed disconcerted at the thought. “Maybe you should come sit with me and my cousin. Do you have anyone who could take you home? I could follow you in my cousin’s car. I don’t like the thought of that man looking for you.”
She didn’t either, but lucky for her she had an out. “A friend is picking me up. I won’t leave until she’s with me. You’re right. I should stay in a public place.”
She walked past Tim and toward the bar. Asshole thought he could kidnap her? Well, she wasn’t going through that again. She was through her kidnap-me era and into her girl-who-doesn’t-get-kidnapped phase. Yeah. And she needed to train because this was a dangerous world, and she hadn’t kept up her work-out routine lately. Though lifting feed bags was a great arm workout.
“There you are.” Lacey stood at the bar, frowning, a bag over her shoulder. “Where were you?”
If she went into the whole might-have-been-stalked thing, she would definitely never leave the farm again. Also, she handled it. Well, she and Tim handled it. She glanced back and Tim wasn’t there. Must have needed the loo. He was a nice kid, but it was time for her to go. “Just visiting the loo. I’m ready if you are.”
Lacey stared her up and down. “You know you don’t have to wiggle out of the loo window. If you’re ready to escape…”
She knew this one. She rolled her eyes and started for the door. “The sea is that way. I’m not walking into the sea, Lace. If we hurry, I can be home in time to watch a bunch of celebrities I don’t know answer quiz show questions. It’s celebrity week on Impossible.”
And that meant something to her now. Strange world.
She let go of all of her worries but one as they made it to the Jeep.
How to get Zach to put his hands on her.
Did she want his hands on her? It was casual. She could stay casual.
As they started to drive away she could have sworn she caught sight of the man from earlier. Watching her.
The danger, she feared, was far from over.
Chapter Ten
Devi walked out toward the barn, curious at the note left on the middle of the bed. It had been sitting there when she returned, folded with her name written in a neat, masculine hand. Lacey had informed her that she was going to be on the secure line for the next hour or so. Something to do with the package she picked up in town.
She was getting way too comfortable with criminal shit going on around her. It felt almost normal. She planned to put on a kettle, grab a couple of biscuits, and watch some telly.
She was becoming so British.
And then she found that note.
Come to the barn if you want to play.
The words had sent a thrill zinging through her body. Her damn nipples had gone rock hard, and she’d known that she wouldn’t be shouting answers at the quiz shows this afternoon.
The rain was down to a light drizzle, and she could see the goats resting under the big poplar tree in the distance. The horses were out in the field along with the super-cute Highland cows, who almost never were more than a couple of feet from each other. Those cows had gone through something, and it seemed to have bonded them.
Like her parents went through something terrible. Her mom had found the courage to have a baby and build a life after she thought her dad was dead.
Zach was alive.
Maybe it was the fact that one of her best friends wrote romance novels, but she was starting to wonder if feeling the loss of Zach later would be better than this numbness she had been living in. Would she be less angry if she had a few weeks with him? Maybe she would realize it never would have worked long term, and he could be the passionate, wild affair of her youth. The one that taught her what she honestly wanted was stability.
The trouble was if one took out the Interpol Red Notice, the whole world wanting to drag him into an interrogation room thing, Zach was stability personified. In a brief time, he’d gotten to know her likes and dislikes and made sure she had the things she wanted. He was on time, always conscientious about her feelings.
Except for the whole lying thing.
She hesitated, standing outside the barn doors.
First because she had to think about what this meant. He used the word play, and she knew what he meant. D/s sex. He was the Dominant and she the submissive. He would treat her like his sub.