Page 33 of Tattered Souls
And she was standing in front of me with her long dark brown hair falling softly around her shoulders, a light purple dress that sat just below her knees.
I felt a smile pull at my lips when I saw her feet were in a pair of brown flip-flops... but that wasn’t what had me smiling.
No. It was the black nail polish on her toes.
I lifted a brow as I caught her eyes. “Rebel day?”
She tilted her head to the side. “What?”
“Normally, your toes are painted pink, purple, or light blue. Black is the color of a rebel. So... which is it?”
At my words, I watched as a light pink color formed on her cheeks.
Yeah, Tink. I see you.
“You noticed that?” she asked as she put some of her hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear.
I nodded.
That was when I noticed that Chance was still standing there, so I looked at him and said, “Get back to work.”
He shook his head and had the fucking balls to cross his arms over his chest. “No. I called it.”
I nodded, then turned to face him, leaned in, and my voice got low.
“If you don’t get out of my motherfucking sight right fucking now, you're going to find out how it feels to have a wrench shoved so far up your ass that you’ll feel it in your throat. Get. The. Fuck. Gone.”
Once he swallowed and nodded, I turned back to look at Tatum.
Then I noticed what I had missed earlier... and that something put me on high alert.
Her hands were clenching and unclenching on the sides of her dress.
Immediately, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I might be paranoid, but something doesn’t make sense.” She said, biting her bottom lip.
I had to recite car parts in my head to keep my dick from getting hard.
Fuck, but this woman didn’t know what she did to me.
Once I had my dick under control, I asked, “What is it?”
“Well, the other day, I went to Michaels to get supplies to make a gift for Granger.” She said.
I nodded, showing her I was following along.
“I didn’t tell Lance where I was going or what I was doing on my day off. I used cash. He was at work.”
I nodded. “So... what is it?”
She swallowed. She was nervous.
“I umm, I think he might have put a tracker on my car.”
I lifted a brow at her.
She shrugged, “I know it sounds weird... but how else would he know?”
