Storm Damage Read Online C.P. Smith

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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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Ty turned then with the big man, saw Logan with his gun drawn, and smiled. “Gotta love Saturday nights.”

“You need help?” Logan questioned, holstering his weapon in the back of his jeans.

Ty shoved the man forward and kicked his legs out from under him, so he landed on his face. When he leaned down to haul the man back up, he turned amused eyes Logan’s direction. “Gave you my blessing with Skye. Don’t ruin it by insulting me.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Logan’s arm, pulling him with me toward my office. He didn’t resist, but I caught him glaring at the man who I’d thrown beer on. If looks could kill, the ranch hand would be gone by the time we came back.

As I passed Jamie at the bar, she high-fived me, mumbling, “Nice aim.”

Since bar fights were routine on the weekends, we had a system. Ty normally handled them, but whoever was behind the bar usually provided backup. Normally that was Jared, but the few times it had been left to me, I’d found a pitcher full of beer usually cooled most off. They were so shocked by the sudden onslaught of cold liquid, they forgot what they were fighting about.

“Your turn to clean up,” I muttered back, then pulled Logan into my office and closed the door.

When I turned to him, I shoved him in the chest until he fell on the small bed I had yet to put away. He chuckled deep when I landed on top of him but opened his mouth for me when I leaned down and kissed him.

“Hey, handsome,” I whispered against his mouth. “You done for the day?”

Both of his hands wandered down to my ass and squeezed. “Not yet. I’m waiting on the fire marshal to get back from his daughter’s house.”

“Greeley? What’s he got to do with Rip?”

“Nothing. I need to check something out at Frank’s and this Greeley needs to be there when I do it.” But I didn’t believe him. He hadn’t looked me in the eyes when he answered. Frank had died in a fire, so why would he be looking into a death whose cause had already been determined?

I puzzled over that. “You don’t think the fire was an accident, do you?” I pushed off him as my mind reeled with questions.

“I think—” he drew me back down on his chest “—that with Duke gone the fire wasn’t investigated thoroughly, so I’m making sure it happens, that’s all.”

I searched his face for the truth. I couldn’t read it. If he sat a hand of poker, like my father used to, he’d clear the table with how neutral his expression was. Which meant he was hiding something. I’d seen him in every mood imaginable in the past three days, and neutral wasn’t one of them. Something was always working behind his eyes, but they looked so bored at that moment, I’d think he wasn’t enjoying having me plastered against his chest.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

Logan rolled until I was pinned beneath him. Before I could draw breath into my lungs to question him more, he was kissing me so deeply my mind blanked. Then his hands roamed like a blind man. Not enough to be indecent with a crowded bar, but enough I knew I’d be worked up until the bar closed and I could have him all to myself.

When his phone rang, he broke reluctantly from my heated body and rose from the bed. I lay there as he answered, catching my breath. It took a full thirty seconds to realize he’d kissed me quiet for a reason. He hadn’t wanted me asking questions he wouldn’t or couldn’t answer. And the implications of that were staggering.

A million theories for his silence were rolling through my head when he signed off briskly from the call, turning to me. Instead of questioning him more, knowing it would do no good, I rolled off the bed and pulled my ponytail holder from the sheets to fix my hair. Logan was a tactile kisser. His hands roamed thoroughly, not missing much, including my hair. My ponytails didn’t stand a chance against him when he was in the mood.

“That was Greeley. He’ll be there in five.”

“How long do you think it will take?”

He glanced at his watch. “Depends on if we find anything. No matter what, I’ll be back to drive you home, so don’t leave the bar until I return.” He took a step closer and wrapped his hand around my neck, drawing me into his body. “In fact, from this moment on, I don’t want you unprotected until this is all settled.”

Hair rose on my arms. There was no humor in his tone. He was all business. A soldier in civilian clothing, but just as lethal. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of the man he’d been just a year before. A deadly sniper with ice water running through his veins.



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