Free Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) by Gracie Meadows Page B

bowl.
    “Duh.”
    “That’s kid’s food.”
    “That explains why you have it.”
    “So is bitchy a symptom of becoming normal from your little trip to wonderland?” “What?”
    “You snapped yesterday, Faith. You hadn’t eaten, or even left the same spot.”
    “How long?” she whispered, scared to know the answer.
    “Little over twenty-four hours,” he stated frankly. Damn. Not what she expected at all, but at least it wasn’t longer. Had she been at home, who knows what would have happened.
    “I’m sorry.” Faith felt like shit. She’d never wanted him to see her like that.
    “Okay, don’t do that shit again. I don’t like it. People need to eat, sleep, and so on. Set a damn timer if you have to. Every three hours move or something. You’re lucky as fuck that I knew what the hell was going on and was here. What do you think would have happened if I wasn’t here?”
    “I get it, okay. It won’t happen again.”
    “Damn right.”
    “You know what, fuck you, Razor. You’re not my father, brother, or lover. So shut up. I have had it. Okay, I get it; you’re a caveman. You banged your chest and got your point across. Shit happens, but if you hadn’t noticed, I’m doing my best to get out of this situation we’re in right now. So back off.” Faith was fuming mad. She knew she fucked up, but she didn’t need people pointing out every damn flaw she had.
    “You know what, kitten, forget it. Eat your food; I need a shower.” He turned and left her, but not before she saw a small loo k of hurt cross his face a little. For once in her life, she was lost as to what the hell just happened.
    Eating the last of her soup, or meal, or whatever Spaghetti Os were considered, she went to the bedroom. She was tired again. Not even caring if the sheets needed changed , or if he needed something, she collapsed onto the bed. She never heard the bathroom door or really anything as she let sleep take her. Her last thought was once she woke, she would finish her work and move on. It seemed Razor didn’t want her here any more than she wanted to stay. Sometimes life just sucked big, fat monkey balls.
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Razor stood in the shower longer than he normally would. Between the fucked up dreams he’d had about Faith, then fighting with her, it seemed to set his cock into overdrive. What the hell was wrong with him? He needed her out of his damn life. Needing to get away from her, he finally turned off the shower after the water ran cold. He couldn’t stay here.
    Getting out of the shower, he dried and went in search of clothes. When he opened the door, he saw Faith sleeping on the bed. Her body was curled into a fetal position, and she looked cold. Though he was pissed at this woman, he didn’t want her getting any sicker. That would just make everything worse. Grabbing some jeans and a shirt, he walked over and pulled the covers over her small body. He also noticed she had some spaghetti sauce on her face. It was cute, even for a grown woman. Hating how his mind would bounce back and forth about her, he covered her quickly then left the room before he did anything else to her.
    Pulling out his phone to call the diner down the street to deliver some burgers, it started to ring instead; it was the shop.
    “Yeah,” he quipped.
    “Hey, Razor, we have guys here with badges asking to talk to you. I think it’s about your girl. Think you should come down here. We can send someone to watch her while you get rid of them. I would send them away, but then they would come to your house.” It was Sparkle. He knew she would delay them, but it was bound to happen, but did it have to happen right now.
    “On my way.” Snapping his phone shut, he slipped on his shoes, found a piece of paper, and wrote a small note.

    Stay out of trouble! Someone from the shop is coming to watch you.
     
    There; that should do. Locking the door behind him, he jumped into his truck. He was at the shop in no time. Walking through