Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Uhhh,” I hesitated. “Why do you ask?”
“Because, according to a buddy that lives on your parent’s street, he just saw my truck driving down the road like a bat out of hell, and he wanted to know if there was something wrong,” he expounded.
I looked down at the speedometer.
“I’m going thirty, not ‘bat out of hell’ speed,” I informed him.
“So you are out,” he said. “Why?”
I blinked.
“Since when did you become my mommy?” I asked him.
He sighed.
“I’m not your mommy,” he sighed. “I’m worried about you because you’re usually in bed by ten pm, and it’s a little past twelve thirty am.”
I pursed my lips and down shifted as I came to the stop sign at the end of my parent’s street.
“I was going to your house,” I said. “I looked at those pictures on the camera card.”
There was silence for a few long moments, and I used those to my advantage to pull out onto the road that would lead me to Booth’s, where I immediately shifted through the gears.
“What’d you see?” He finally asked.
I told him exactly what I saw.
“Shit,” he growled. “Could you make anything out on the guy?”
“He was in black. And he kept his face averted the entire time,” I remembered. “The only thing I was able to pull from it was that he was on the shorter side. Maybe five foot six or so. He didn’t come much over the top of the pole that held the mailbox up.”
I turned my blinker on, caught the wheel with my knee, and then took the phone away from my ear as I turned down the road that would lead me to Booth’s place.
“…is there. Make sure you don’t scare her,” Booth finished once I put the phone back up to my ear.
But then my phone died in the next second, going completely black like it’d been doing a lot since the accident.
It must’ve taken a hard fall or something, because now it turned off without warning, and this wasn’t the first time it’d done that.
With nothing else to do but wait for it to come back on, I finished my drive back to Booth’s, pulled into the driveway, then pressed the garage door button and pulled neatly into the garage.
Once in, I pushed the garage door button once again, then got out and rounded the front of the garage.
The garage was neat and clean, not a single thing cluttered the floor.
I shook my head at Booth’s cleanliness.
In the garage, not anywhere else.
He had two places in his whole entire house that were clean.
He’d been the same since I’d met him a very long time ago.
His garage and the kitchen.
Both of those places were so immaculate that you could eat off the floor.
But when it came to his other rooms, I wouldn’t trust anything about them.
I used the penlight on my keys to point me to Booth’s room, not surprised to see the table still in the same spot as the night before.
He’d pushed it in front of the TV in the living room, giving us a place to eat seeing as he didn’t have any chairs.
I stepped over a pair of boots that I didn’t recognize just inside the hallway and kept going until I got to the room we’d slept in the night before.
I pushed the door open, walked to the bed and deposited my still dead phone, and hurried to the bathroom.
This time I did turn on the light.
And almost screamed out my fury.
Because there, on the pole that held up the shower curtain, was a plethora of women’s lingerie.
“What. The. Fuck,” I growled, throwing the bedroom door back open.
It was then I saw the woman in Booth’s bed.
“You have,” I said, looking at my watch less wrist. “About fifteen seconds to explain exactly who the fuck you are before I throw the biggest fucking bitch fit this world has ever seen. Then beat the shit out of you.”
I finished that rant on a near shout.
Footsteps pounded down the hallway towards Booth’s room, but I never took my eyes off the beautiful woman in Booth’s bed.
Naked.
She had the blanket up to her chest, covering what were probably beautiful breasts.
Her hair was short and platinum, ending right around her chin.
Her eyes were hazel, and her beautiful white teeth made me want to punch her in the face.
She floundered for words as her mouth opened and closed, but nothing ever came out.
I hit the light switch, turning on the ceiling fan light just as the door at my back opened emitting a bleary eyed Aaron.
He looked between me and the woman in the bed three or four times before he shook his head and walked back out of the room.
I turned back to the woman, choosing to see why she was there before I went after Aaron to see why he was out of the hospital when I specifically remembered Booth saying he’d be there for at least another month.