Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Bebe! No! Run!”
That moment of distraction was enough for this guy to regain his breath. Standing, he stabbed at Corbin’s chest. Corbin managed to dodge at the last moment, but the knife still slashed his arm.
“Nooo!” she screamed.
“Hey! What the fuck!”
Glancing over, she saw Hayes racing toward them. The attacker must have seen him too and decided that three-on-one wasn’t odds he liked because he turned and took off.
She stood there, panting in shock, unsure what to do or feel.
“What the hell?” Hayes said. “What happened?”
“Fucking bastard was waiting for us. Jumped out at us from that driveway. Didn’t see him hiding there in the dark. He had a knife. I would have had him, but . . .”
They both turned to look at her.
Corbin would have had him if it weren’t for her.
Oh no.
What had she done? She was an idiot. She’d just about gotten Corbin badly hurt.
Wait! He was hurt! Dropping the tree branch, she ran toward him.
“You’re hurt!” she cried. “Oh my God! You’re bleeding.”
This was her fault. She’d distracted him and now he was bleeding.
“We need to get you home. No! To the hospital. We need to go to the hospital. Hayes! Go back and get the car!”
“He will not do that,” Corbin growled at her while he took hold of her shoulders with his hands.
What was he doing? He shouldn’t be using his arm! He was bleeding.
“Here! Let me use this to wrap around it.” She started to draw off her jacket, but he gave her a sudden, quick shake.
Bebe stared up at him in shock. “Corbin! Stop moving!”
“What were you thinking, Bebe!” he practically roared.
She stared up at him in shock, her mouth dropping open.
“Corbin,” Hayes said warningly, stepping up to them.
“No! Do not interfere! She needs to hear this.”
Oh God.
He was going to tell her off, explain all the ways that she’d fucked up.
And she had fucked up. Big time. She’d gotten him hurt. What was she thinking, going for a run?
She had a fucking stalker!
Oh God.
Bebe put her hand over her mouth, feeling like she was going to vomit.
She had a stalker.
“Bebe? Hey, Bebe, what’s wrong?” His voice had gentled, but she barely registered that. She was too busy freaking out.
She had a stalker.
And he’d tried to stab Corbin.
This . . . this was all her fault. What an idiot she was!
“Shit! She’s trembling,” Corbin said.
“Delayed shock, probably. You yelling at her isn’t going to help that.”
But he had every right to yell. Because she was an idiot who’d nearly gotten him killed.
“You could have died. He h-had a kn-knife. This . . . he . . . what just happened?” Why was she trembling so much? She couldn’t seem to get herself under control. Her breathing was coming in erratic pants.
“Corbin, we need to get her back to the house. It’s not safe out here.”
She was aware of Corbin swearing before he lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
He shouldn’t do that. He was bleeding. What if he bled out? He moved at a near-run and she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t get her mouth to work.
What was wrong with her?
Why couldn’t she breathe?
“Shh, baby,” he told her as he climbed the stairs to her house. “You’re okay. You’re going to be all right. Let’s get you inside and warm. Everything will be okay. I’m not going to let him hurt you. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you.”
Her?
What about him? Why was he worried about her?
“I’m going to secure the house. Get her situated in the living room,” Hayes barked. Then he disappeared while Corbin carried her into the living room.
He set her down on the sofa, her gaze fixated on his arm.
On the blood coating the top of his arm.
Bebe swallowed heavily as he grabbed a blanket from the old blanket box she had.
Again, not hers. It was something that had been left here by the old owners.
However, the blanket was hers. It was one of her favorites. Soft and cuddly. It was pale yellow, a bit faded in places, but she didn’t care.
He lifted her feet onto the sofa, turning her so she was lying down with her head resting on a couple of cushions.
“That’s it, baby. We’re going to have you feeling better soon.” Then he took her shoes off and put her feet on another cushion before placing the blanket over her.
Oh. That felt so much better. Especially when he tucked the blanket tightly around her. She now felt like she could breathe. Maybe even relax . . . oh fuck!
What was she doing?
She couldn’t lie here and let him take care of her! She should be taking care of him. This was terrible.
Sitting up, she reached for the blanket and shoved it off her.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked, turning back to her. She saw that, at some stage, he’d wrapped something around the top of his arm.