Redemption Road (Roughneck #3)

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Book: Redemption Road (Roughneck #3) by Nicole Hart Read Free Book Online
Authors: Nicole Hart
begging to be touched. It’s hard to believe I never noticed it, the one time we were together. But, I guess it would have been hard since he had me pinned against the wall. The memory of that day put a weight between my legs that I had to squeeze together to try and relieve the pressure.
    The sound of the door opening didn’t stir him at all. He was perfectly still. He looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake him, but I really needed to get to work. I walked over to the bed, slowly.
    “Kash,” I whispered. But he didn’t respond. He was a heavy sleeper. I could only see the back of his head, but I wanted to run my hands through his hair so bad. Damn, he was sexy.
    “Kash,” I repeated a little louder, and touched his shoulder this time.
    “Hm,” he grunted, but didn’t move. So. Freaking. Sexy.
    “Hey, Kash, I’m sorry to wake you,” I said, in my sweetest voice, since I was about to force him out of bed when he looked so comfortable.
    “Mackenzie?” he said, with a raspy, sexy as hell voice, as he turned his head and faced me. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but I was already about to collapse.
    “I’m sorry,” I said, apologetically.
    “What’s wrong?” he said quietly, as he tried his hardest to open his eyes. I could tell it wasn’t easy for him. He really was in a deep sleep.
    “Um,” I was speechless all of a sudden. How do I tell him my psychotic ex-boyfriend sliced my tires?
    “Sit,” he said, and patted the bed beside him. When I hesitated, he just gave me a sleepy smile and patted the bed again. So I sat down on the edge of the bed.
    “What is it?” he asked.
    “Would you mind giving me a ride to work? I really hate to ask,” I said quietly.
    “Is your car messing up?” he said, as he propped his head on his elbow.
    “Not exactly,” I said.
    He just gave me a confused look.
    “My tires are flat,” I said, as I ran my hands through my hair, nervously.
    “Tires?” he asked.
    “All of them,” I said.
    “All of them?” He repeated my words.
    “I think Jake sliced my tires,” I said.
    “Are you shitting me?” he said, as he sat up quickly, suddenly completely awake.
    “I wish,” I said with a weak smile.
    Kash jumped out of bed and looked out his window.
    “Mother fucker,” he said, as he turned around and put a pair of shorts on, then headed out the door.
    I wasn’t expecting that reaction out of him. I’m not even sure what I was expecting out of him, but it wasn’t that.
    By the time I walked out of the bedroom, Kash was already halfway to my car. When he got there, he was bending over inspecting my tires.
    I stood behind him, not knowing what else to do.
    “Piece of shit,” he mumbled. I just stood there.
    “Let me get dressed real quick, and I’ll take you to work,” he said, as he patted my lower back, and then jogged past me into the house. I just stood still in the driveway.
    “Come inside and wait,” he said, as he stopped and turned around and looked at me from the doorway.
    Once Kash was dressed, we got in the car in silence. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was embarrassed. I was disgusted with myself for staying with someone like Jake for so long.
    “Thanks for giving me a ride. I really appreciate it,” I said.
    “It’s no problem,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road, but I noticed him biting the inside of his cheek.
    “Sorry I had to wake you up,” I said.
    “I don’t mind, really,” he said, as he looked at me and gave me a wink. His sleepy eyes were long gone. Those piercing blue eyes of his were in full force.
    Melted. Butter.
    We pulled into the vet office and Kash put the car in park.
    “Thanks again. And I’m sorry. Again. For waking you up,” I said, as I gave him a little smile.
    “Stop apologizing,” he said with a laugh. “I told you I don’t mind, and I don’t.”
    “Ok,” I said, as I opened the car door and started to get out.
    “You were a nice sight first thing in the morning,” he said with a

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