Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"You have a call, Easton."
"And I'll go," he says, pinning me to my seat with the weight of his gaze. "But not until you hear what I have to say."
"Fine. Say it."
"I shouldn't have let that happen, but I'm not going to apologize for it," he says. "I stopped as soon as that call started ringing. I'll make sure it doesn't happen on the clock again because it upsets you, but I'm not backing down, baby. You are mine. I'll fight as long as I have to fight to make you see it too."
"I don't belong to anyone, Easton."
He ignores me, leaning forward to brush his lips across my crown. "You want me too, Molly. You're just too damn afraid to admit it to yourself." With that, he turns on his heel and strides out, leaving me trembling in my seat.
He's right, damn him. I do want him. And that does terrify me.
So…what the hell am I going to do about it?
Chapter Four
Easton
"Unit 232," Molly's voice crackles through the radio a little after one in the morning, irritation in her tone.
I snatch up my mic, grinning. "Unit 232, go ahead."
"Your 10-20 has stopped displaying on the map. Again. Please turn the system back on."
"10-9? I didn't catch that," I lie, knowing damn well she isn't going to repeat herself. I unkey the mic, silently counting to five. I barely make it to four before my phone rings. My grin widens as I grab it from the console to see the number for dispatch flashing on the screen. "Right on time," I murmur, chuckling to myself as I lift it to my ear, my goddamn dick throbbing.
"Hello, Molly," I practically purr.
"You turned off your GPS again, Easton," she says. "Turn it back on."
"Are you stalking me?" I tease.
"No. I'm trying to keep you alive." I can practically hear her eyes roll. "Turn it back on."
"You didn't say please."
She growls at me wordlessly.
I palm my cock through my uniform pants, grinning. Goddamn. Her little attitude is sexy as hell. I fucking love when she unleashes it on me…which she's done nonstop since I kissed her the night before last.
Anyone else probably would have given up by now, but I'm a patient motherfucker. And I know she wants me as badly as I want her. But she's still running scared, afraid to let herself feel it.
If I've learned anything in this job, it's people and what makes them tick.
Molly doesn't trust easily, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. But she wants to trust me. This little game we've been playing…she likes it and hates that she likes it at the same time.
Charm doesn't work on her. She sees right through that bullshit. But she likes to be challenged, likes to feel like she has a little control…and likes to feel a little out of control, too. It's part of why she's such a good fucking dispatcher.
In this world, no matter how prepared we are, if we can't adapt and improvise, we fail. We can't prepare for every goddamn thing because everything changes minute to minute. We have to give ourselves leeway to adapt. She's damn good at that.
I just need to tip her past her ability to adapt. I want her off balance, unraveled to the point where it's either kiss me again or kill me. It's a hell of a plan since she might actually opt to kill me…but it's the only one I've got with a shot in hell of working because I need her to see that she's safe with me and so is her job. I won't do anything to put her or her career at risk.
I may tease and drive her crazy, but I'm not an asshole. I don't want her fired. I want her in my arms. Besides, this job actually matters to me, too. I'm not going to risk it, no matter how much I want to get lost in her gorgeous little body.
I haul myself out of my cruiser, my phone still clutched to my ear, and quietly close the door so she doesn't hear it. I turned my location tracker off intentionally. Didn't want to give her any warning that I was on my way up here to see her again. I figured she might barricade the door against me if she figured it out.
"Just turn it back on, Easton. If Dillon finds out you turned it off, he's going to be cranky about it," she complains. "I will absolutely throw you under the bus and tell him that I warned you, and you refused to listen."
"Well, damn," I say, chuckling. "Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
"Just did. Turn it back on." She hangs up on me.
I laugh quietly, shoving my phone into my pocket before I let myself into the building. I pause outside the secure door to dispatch, pressing my ear to it to listen to her muttering inside. I can't hear what she's saying, but I'm guessing she's bitching about me.