Still Waters Read online Anne Malcom (Greenstone Security #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Greenstone Security Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 124574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 623(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
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“Cinderella?” he continued, his voice light, eyes dancing with too much amusement for that time of the morning. The only time I was amused before 8:00 a.m. was when I hadn’t been to sleep from the night before. Or I was being woken up by a man’s mouth that was not being used for speaking.

Getting woken up by Keltan’s mouth between my—no! Snap out of it.

“Cinderella who?” I asked, screwing my nose up and trying to follow the conversation while waiting on coffee and struggling against the pull of this man.

It was unnatural, the naturalness of the conversation, of my need for a practical stranger.

He thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t rightly know her last name. She’s like Cher or Bono, doesn’t need one. Most people just know her,” he answered, then gave me a once-over. “Then again, it’s people, not zombies. And though you look good enough to eat, sweetheart, I’m thinking that my Cinderella didn’t get enough winks last night, despite running off before the clock struck midnight. I didn’t even get a glass slipper. So, I had to resort to shamelessly pumping your best friend for information.” He paused. “Though I wouldn’t call it an interrogation. No torture needed. In fact, she gave me your address, and your social security number. Thought this would be less creepy.”

I scowled at him, barely following the conversation. “You thought turning up at the coffee shop where I come to slip into my suit of humanity and stalking me and prattling on about fairy-tale characters is less creepy?” I clarified.

He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “When you put it like that….”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I need to be recording this conversation so when they find my body buried in a shallow grave wearing gold slippers, the authorities will know where to look.”

“Glass,” he corrected.

I frowned. “What?” I snapped.

“They were glass slippers.” He grinned wider. “Cinderella’s.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I muttered. “It’s barely a reasonable time for someone to breathe in my direction, and you’re still talking about fictional characters.”

“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ Cinderella is nowhere in sight. I’m stickin’ with Snow.”

There was a loaded pause that I refused to fill, so I just glared into the chocolate irises that worked like magnets to keep my gaze.

“You’re scary in the morning,” he observed. “I could have used you in battle—just woken you up and pushed you out into the field. No weapons needed. You’d scare even the most ruthless of insurgents away. But then again, I couldn’t risk it, considering you’re so fucking beautiful they’d kidnap you, despite the terror you instill in them.”

I glared at him. “How does one person have so many words at this time of the day? Or at all?”

I wasn’t used to hot macho men speaking so much. They all spoke in grunts, apart from Lucky. But I considered him to be somewhat of a freak of nature.

Here was another one.

And not just because of his extended vocabulary, but because somehow he managed to affect me in a way no man had… since him.

No. We aren’t allowed to think of him.

“You can take the army out of the boy,” he answered with a shrug. “Plus, growing up on a farm, you get trained to wake up with the dawn.”

My eyes popped out. “You wake up at dawn? Why?”

“Because, it’s a new day. Most beautiful thing to look at in the mornin’ is a sunrise.” His eyes flickered over me. “Or was. Now I’m thinkin’ it’s an angry Snow wearin’ black, who swears more than most of the men in my unit. Puts the sunrise to shame.”

I gaped at him.

Yeah. Macho men didn’t say things like that. I wasn’t aware any men said things like that.

“Lucy!” Shelly called from behind me.

I continued to gape.

“Coffee,” she called again, sounding uncertain. She’d never had to call me twice when coffee was involved. But then again, a man such as this one, saying things such as this, all the while penetrating every one of my defenses, had never been in the equation before.

I jerked like someone had struck me. “Oh, thank God,” I exclaimed, spinning so quickly I gave myself a head spin.

I was too busy snatching the hot cup off her and burning my mouth from taking enthusiastic gulps that I didn’t notice Keltan handing bills to a grinning Shelly.

I swallowed the hot liquid with effort. “You aren’t paying for my coffee,” I rasped against the pain in my throat. “Shelly, don’t take that,” I ordered.

She grinned even wider, putting the bills in the register.

“Traitor,” I hissed.

“Sorry, doll, not in my nature to not take things a hot guy hands me.” She winked. “Should pass that advice on to you,” she said before turning her back and escaping to the back.

Bitch.

I’d never say that out loud, though. She made my coffee; I’d sooner sacrifice my Chanel bag than offend her.



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