Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“He’s a big guy with dark hair, a beard, tattoos on his arms, probably wearing jeans and motorbike boots. Oh, and his name is Hack. Greer?”
“Yes?”
“You can trust him. I promise. I’ve known him for a long time. He would cut off his arm before hurting you. Trust me?”
“You know I do. It’s just . . .”
“I know, Squirt. But I promise, Hack is a good man.”
“Okay,” she said in a small voice. She glanced out the window. A storm wouldn’t hurt her. Snow couldn’t harm her.
It was all in her freaking head.
She needed to be tougher than this.
“Also, do as he tells you. Or you might find yourself getting that spanking you deserve.”
Good Lord.
4
Hack pulled up outside the diner.
What the fuck was Sav doing letting his sister travel in his weather? On her own? And all the way from freaking Georgia?
It sounded like she needed some closer watching.
None of my business. She’s not my sub or Little. And she doesn’t need me scolding her.
Although Sav had told him that he was in charge of her. Hack wondered how Greer would feel about that.
Stopping just inside the diner, he glanced around. It was nearly empty. A trucker over in one corner. An old guy at the counter.
And a woman with dark-blond hair pulled back into a ponytail who was huddled in a booth. He frowned. He didn’t like the way she was hunched in on herself . . . as though she was scared.
Glancing around, he took in the other people. Had someone threatened her?
This had to be Greer, right? He glanced down at the picture that Sav had sent him.
Hmm . . . it didn’t really look anything like her. Of course, it was obvious the photo was old. Really old. Why would he send an image of her as an awkward teenager?
He looked through his text messages once again.
Sav:
Hey man, Duke said you’re headed home from Minneapolis.
Hack:
Yep. Thought I’d travel a bit before getting a hotel room when the storm starts to hit. Why?
Sav:
Need a favor. My sister is stuck in a roadside diner about 45 min out of Sioux Falls. Her car broke down. And she’s scared of snow storms.
Hack:
And you let her visit you at this time of year?
Sav:
Didn’t know she was coming. Can you get her and take her with you to a hotel?
Hack:
Of course. Send the details.
Sav:
Thanks. Take care of Greer. She’s fragile in a lot of ways. And if you do anything to hurt her, I will have to hunt you down and kill you. No offense.
Yeah. He shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Sav. He did.
But as if he’d do anything to hurt this girl.
Especially knowing what she’d been through.
That poor girl.
Although she probably deserved a spanking for driving so far on her own with an unreliable car.
Yep. Definitely deserved a spanking.
But that wasn’t his business. And probably not something he wanted to lead with unless he wanted to sleep with one eye open tonight
His gaze hit on her again. She looked tense and worried.
Because of her fear of storms?
Although she was also on her own in a diner with hardly anyone else here waiting for a stranger to pick her up.
Hack moved slowly toward her. She had a pad in front of her and was sketching something.
He knew he could look intimidating. He was a big guy, with lots of tattoos. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, he didn’t look like someone you wanted to mess with.
But really, it was all an act. He had a huge need to take care of other people—especially those smaller and weaker than he was.
All of his friends had found their happily-ever-after while he was on the sidelines.
Always the groomsman . . . never the groom. Not that he was looking for marriage.
Eh, fuck. Who was he kidding? He’d love to find someone to care for, coddle, and protect.
Problem was . . . he was just a bit too much.
At least, that’s what all the women he’d dated in the past had said.
Too protective. Too possessive.
“Hello. Are you Greer?”
Her gaze shot up to him with a gasp as she shied back, her big blue eyes widening.
“Hey. It’s okay. I’m a friend of Sav’s.”
“Sav?”
“Um, you are Greer, right?” Shit. Had he just approached a stranger? No wonder she was giving him a weird look.
“Yes, I’m Greer. I . . . you’re Hack? Aidan’s friend?”
Right. That’s why she was giving him a weird look.
“Sorry. Yeah. We call him Sav. Forgot he had a normal name.”
She managed to give him a small smile. But she was still too pale for his liking. And she was trembling slightly.
Cold?
Or scared?
Well . . . it probably doesn’t help that you’re looming over her.
“May I?” He gestured to the seat across from her.
Her eyes grew even wider.
Okay. Maybe not.