Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I was thinking we’d have another party out here like we did last year,” I skirted around the edge of the truck and deposited Tallulah in her car seat. “Be good, baby.”
“Good, baby,” Tallulah chirped.
Grinning, I tapped her nose, smothered her with a few kisses, and closed the door on her excited snickers.
“I’ll see you after work, honey,” I murmured. “You sure you’re up to going by yourself today?”
She nodded her head. “Positive.”
Knowing that she wouldn’t take sympathy from me, I pulled her in for a quick kiss, which morphed into more when she lifted one leg to curl an ankle around my behind.
I pressed her into the side of her new 4-Runner, grinding my unsurprisingly hard cock into her heat for a few long moments before I tore my mouth from hers.
“I have to go to work, unlike you,” I told her. “And they still look for reasons to try and fire me.”
Her mouth turned up in a quick grin.
“That’s just too bad,” she murmured. “I’ve been trying to get you to stop working at the ER for months now. They don’t appreciate you enough there.”
“I know,” I told her. “But they have good insurance, I make good money, and it gives me what I need.”
Mainly the adrenaline boost I got from working cases that got my blood pumping.
If I just worked at the clinic—like she wanted me to—then I wouldn’t get that same type of stimulation. It was the same thing, day in and out, and I didn’t like that kind of predictability. I needed a bit more spontaneity.
“Go to work,” she whispered, tugging on my beard lightly with two fingers before pushing me away.
I looked down at my cock that was tenting the front of my hospital scrub bottoms, and growled.
“Have a good one.”
I wouldn’t.
Not knowing that Tally was going to her former best friend’s hearing to ascertain her ability to live on her own as a sane woman.
Something I honestly didn’t think she was capable of doing.
Last year, when she’d held that gun on Tally, she’d been on drugs.
After being thrown into jail, she’d been forced to get clean. That was when she’d been able to convince her therapist and anyone else who would listen that she was a good, but misunderstood person, that it was the drugs that made her make bad choices and decisions.
I saw right through it for the lie that it was.
It hadn’t just been the drugs she’d been on that had influenced her actions like she was trying to make it seem.
I knew it with every fiber in my being, and I hired the best lawyer I could find who would represent our interests in Hadley’s case. The woman was not well, she exhibited psychotic tendencies and she needed to be in a criminal facility that specialized in caring for someone like her.
I didn’t need to spend my life thinking she was around every corner, waiting to point another shotgun at my woman’s face…or worse, Tallulah’s.
“Go to work!” Tally announced on a honk as she backed out of the driveway, and then blew me a kiss.
I waved her off, trying to control my breathing from the scare, and started to back out of the carport where I parked next to her.
I coughed and sputtered as I drove behind her, but it was something we always did, and I always followed her all the way to our respective places of employment.
She worked in a doctor’s office—not mine might I add—four days a week, and at my clinic on Fridays. Her hours were short, only ten to four, and I loved it.
I liked coming home to her.
A happy, messy house with food on the table. Sometimes that food would be homemade by one of us, and sometimes it would be from the freezer section. And there were even the times when she ordered pizza or Chinese.
No matter what she did, I was happy. Even if she didn’t cook, and I had to bring dinner home, I was happy.
It didn’t matter because I had her to enjoy that meal with, and I was happy.
Something I didn’t realize I was missing until I met Tally.
Once she turned off into the parking lot of Tallulah’s daycare, I waved and headed to the ER, pulling into my normal spot right outside the staff door, before shutting my bike off.
The first thing I did once I got inside was announce that I had somewhere to be from two to two forty-five, and I would not take no for an answer.
No matter what.
Because Tallulah was not starting that fucking tumbling class without me being there to watch over her. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
***
Nine hours later, I was a freakin’ mess, but I was alive.
“I heard about what happened,” Tally said, trying not to grin. “It was awful, I heard, from them and not you.”