Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Ellis huffs under his breath like a bear-sized toddler.
“And you, too, you big idiot. But y’all have to let me spread my wings, otherwise this house, which I love, will start to feel like a cage.”
“You hear that, man?” Ellis asks, wagging his brows. “Your girl loves me.”
“Like a brother,” Nora and I say at the same time, effectively alleviating the last of the lingering tension. “But seriously, Pip. I’ll do my best to take a step back. I love you—so much. But maybe be patient with me? I almost lost you.”
“Deal.” She grins, and I swear to God, she’s glowing—Nora’s the most beautiful woman on the planet, and she’s all mine. “Baby steps. Now, let’s eat so I can tell you two idiots about a new calming technique Maggie taught me.”
CHAPTER 51
NORA
It’s not the chipper sound of birds singing or the soft dappled sunlight shining in between the crack in the curtains that wakes me up the next morning.
Nope.
It’s the sound of someone knocking on our front door like they’re seconds away from kicking it down and forcing their way inside.
“What the hell?” Atlas mutters, shoving the blankets off himself before stumbling out of bed.
“Atlas,” I hiss, torn between tugging the covers closer and following after him.
Ultimately staying behind—where it’s safe—wins out. Not because I’m necessarily afraid, but because Atlas would probably blow a gasket if I tried to follow him.
Baby steps and all that.
Another round of knocking starts up, followed by shouting, and while I can’t make out exact words, the voice sounds feminine—but also sort of like a bear. You know, if bears sounded like they were preparing for war.
“The fuck?” I hear Ellis mumble as he, too, heads toward the front door.
Too intrigued to stay put, I rush to the bedroom door and peek my head out, hoping to figure out what’s going on.
“Atlas Wallace, I swear to God, you better open this damn door or I’ll find a way to rip it off its hinges!”
That’s… Scarlet’s here!
I poke my head out a little further when I hear the front door open.
“Why are you here?” Atlas growls, sounding every bit like a guard dog I neither want nor need.
“I’m here to see Nora—”
“You need to leave,” Ellis says, his voice a menacing rumble as he stands shoulder to shoulder with Atlas, physically denying her entry.
“This is ridiculous.” I can’t see Scarlet, but I can picture her throwing her hands in the air in frustration. “You’re both acting like—”
“Like you allowed the woman I love to get taken by a goddamn monster?”
“No, you’re acting like Nora’s a child, incapable of making her own choices. I don’t know how she deals with y’all’s macho bullshit, but she deserves—”
“Shut your mouth,” Ellis says, cutting her off, “and leave.”
“Not until I see Nora.”
“Haven’t you done enough?” Atlas asks.
Fury burns through me like lava—which is fitting, because I feel like I’m about to blow—as I tug on one of Atlas’s hoodies and jam my feet into my slippers. I’ve had enough of their macho bullshit, as Scarlet called it, and one way or another, it ends here and now.
“Did either of you hear a single thing I said yesterday?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I join them all in the foyer.
“Nora!” Atlas whips around to face me but refuses to make eye contact. “Pip, please.”
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Don’t you Pip, please me. We literally just talked about this last night. Y’all promised to take a step back, but here we are less than twenty-four hours later, and you’re both out here making choices for me that you have no right to make.”
“Fuck.” Atlas scrubs his hands over his face and then through his hair. “You’re right, Pip. I just want to keep you safe.”
“I get that,” I whisper, stepping closer to him and cradling his cheek with my palm as I smooth his furrowed brow with my thumb. “And I appreciate it. Your heart is in the right place, but, Atlas, I want a partner. Not a guard dog.”
“Woof!” Scarlet barks before shouldering her way past Ellis. “Now, can we please talk?”
“That’s up to Nora,” Atlas mutters, finally getting on the same page as me.
“Yes, please,” I say, linking arms with Scarlet. “But first, coffee.”
“Well, I still think inviting Satan into our house is a mistake,” Ellis says as he shuts the front door. “But no one cares what I think.”
“Now you’re getting it, Officer Jackass,” Scarlet quips back at him. “Now be a good boy and make us some coffee. We have much to discuss.”
I start for the kitchen, but Scarlet tugs me toward the living room. “Might as well be comfy for this conversation,” she murmurs with a self-deprecating smile.
She plops down onto the couch, and I follow suit, scooting closer to her than either of us is probably comfortable with. I angle myself toward her and then tuck my feet beneath me before reaching for her hands.