Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Or she,” I needlessly put in because I don’t know what to say.
Kane looks ready to throw the desk out of the window.
Just when I think he’s about to blow, due to the reddening of his face and the tightening of his fists, he storms past me and snarls, “I need a breather.”
Webber and I both watch him go and keep watching through the glass panel on the door long after he has slammed it shut behind him.
“He seems like a decent guy,” Webber says with no ounce or anything but honesty in his voice. “Reckon he’ll look after you.”
“I reckon.”
We don’t smile, neither of us are smilers, but we do look back at the files on his desk and I swiftly add, “Thank you for all the work you did for me over the years.”
He rolls his eyes; he doesn’t take compliments very well. Neither of us do.
I flick through the pages of the huge folder and scan each document that I’ve already scanned a hundred times. He lets me look at it whenever I get in the mood. He says you can never read an unsolved case too many times, there’s always something to be seen that has been missed.
I’ve read it that many times I know all the names of all the kids that have been found already. I know the temporary stand in names for all those who haven’t been found. Flipper included.
The door opens behind me with a rattle and Kane takes his place by my side.
“We good?” I ask him softly.
He grabs my head and pulls my forehead to his lips. “Yeah, babe. We’re good. Let’s find our kid.”
“See?” Webber states, looking directly at me and I know he’s referring to his proclamation on Kane being a good guy.
Webber lets us take the folder into the adjoining room where Kane and I spend four hours non-stop discussing each case and page. He reads them thoroughly and I watch him exhaust himself with all the new information. I recognize his posture and his expression to match my own. I look and feel that way every time I look at it too. It’s all too familiar.
“He really has put shit together,” Kane comments.
“Not just him, there’s an entire team dedicated to these kids. Flipper included.”
“Flipper,” he utters, stopping and placing his hand over my stomach. “Fuck. We should’a been more careful, Immy.”
“I took my pill.”
“You were always forgettin’.”
He’s right. “You knew that and you still kept putting it in me without a rubber.”
“I didn’t say you should’a been more careful, I said, we,” he responds with a wry smile and I silently decide that yes he did actually refer to us both and not just me. “Bet you’re not on anything now either, let me fuck you on that carpet ungloved.”
“It’s not like we stopped to discuss it.”
“We should. We always did as teens.”
I almost laugh because for all the discussions we had about being safe, we rarely were.
I roll my eyes. “Well, don’t worry your pretty hair off. I get the injection every three months.”
His eyes darken and his mood follows their depth. “How fuckin’ often you getting dicked in order for you to need the injection every three months?”
“Never you mind,” I reply with not small amount of attitude.
“Ungloved or gloved?”
“Kane I’ve literally slept with maybe two people since you, both were desperate drunken mistakes and yes I used a condom.” I shove him away from me, stand and stretch. “I get the injection because it stops my periods. I like not having periods.”
“Your periods used to make you a bitch.” He stands too and yanks me into his hard body.
“That’s so true I can’t even begin to find it in me to deny it.”
He chuckles, though it’s tense and the weight of the situation shows in his smile.
“How many girls you bedded then, Mr. Judgy?” I think back to when he said he only lets girls have his dick but not his heart, though not in that exact way of wording, but absolutely the same meaning. “If we’re travellin’ that path I deserve to know how many times you’ve caught crabs from some low-brow bar in Austin.”
“You been watchin’ me, darlin’?” he jests, grinning with his perfect teeth and devilish eyes.
“Kane Jessop, you answer me now before I assume the worst.”
“Had an on and off fling with a woman for a coupla years, nothin’ serious. Maybe three before her. Been busy. Don’t disrespect women, don’t do the dive and ditch. If I’m gonna fuck a girl, unless she’s shit in bed, I’m gonna fuck her again.”
I feel my entire body become a frosty block of cement.
“Didn’t date nobody though, only ever dated you.”
“Yeah and you complained.”
“That’s not fuckin’ true.”
I narrow my eyes. “You wouldn’t even take me to homecoming!”
“Biggest mistake of my life.” His admission has me blinking with surprise. “Trust me. Ain’t a night that went by that I didn’t regret not dancing with you while you looked so fuckin’ pretty in that dress. Did I ever tell you that?”