Page 25 of Ride Hard
She blew me a kiss, which negated the coldshower.
“I don’t know what I want to be,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But I don’t want to be dumb doing whatever itis.”
I raised an eyebrow, my gaze dropping to the book again. That was a mystery I wasn’t sure I wanted tounravel.
Leaving her to her studies, or whatever she wanted to call it, I sat at the table and turned on the television. Scrolling through the channels looking for a local news station, I couldn’t help glancing at heragain.
Her head was buried in her book, the marker squeaking across the page. If what she’d said was true, then her father had tried to whore her out like a common prostitute and had likely raised his hand to her when she’d said no. As a result, she didn’t trust or believe other people had her best interests at heart, but here she was still trying to invest in her future with that stupidbook.
And I was taking her back to a life of probable prostitution even though she was on a hitlist.
I was stuck, and now, so wasshe.
I could say I didn’t care all I wanted, that it was just my cock talking,but…
There had to be abut.
