Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“You’re awake,” she whispers, and it’s not my imagination that she’s relieved or, at least, I don’t think it is.
“Yes,” I manage to respond, sounding hoarse as hell. My throat burns just trying to get the word out of my mouth.
“Jeff? Can you go get a bottle of water from the fridge?”
“Okay,” he says, giving me a look—his eyes narrowed as he stares into mine. He’s protective over Indy. I’m not sure if it’s personal or if it’s just as a friend. He walks away and I turn my attention back to Indy.
“You were starting to worry me, Breaker,” she says softly as she walks over to my bedside.
“Breaker?”
She frowns at me. “Yes. That’s your name, right?”
I frown. It doesn’t sound familiar. “It’s a weird name,” I mutter, trying to sort through my chaotic thoughts and tell her what my name really is. The only problem is … I don’t know it. I can’t remember anything—not my name, where I live, how I got here … Nothing. It’s all just blank.
“I don’t remember anything,” I quietly confess. “What’s wrong with me?” I ask the woman, and even I can hear the panic that seems to stick to every syllable. I see the shock written on her face and fear claws at me. I swallow it down and concentrate instead on the way it feels when Indy puts her hand in mine, squeezing it.
“It’s going to be okay, Breaker.”
I don’t truly believe her, but if she’s holding my hand, I’ll push through it. Nothing around me seems familiar but her.
I’m going to let that lead me.
Chapter 5
Indy
It seems odd as hell to see the fear in the man’s eyes when he looks at me. I decided to call him the name that was on his cut that Cooper got rid of. I was hoping that would calm him. He’s got a death grip on my hand, but he’s doing his best to push the fear down. I’m not sure I could be as calm as him if I were in his place. With my hand still in his, I finally sit beside his bed and try to let my presence give him something to concentrate on. I lick my lips as I try to figure out how to proceed with the man trying to act like he’s not terrified.
Jeff comes back in with the water, unscrewing the top and holding it out toward Breaker. I intercept it, standing back up. I grab a straw that I put there earlier in anticipation of him waking up. I actually thought he would have been more alert yesterday. I was starting to worry a bit, but with his vitals strong, I was pretty sure he was fine. If it had taken another day or so, however, I was going to take him to the hospital. I didn’t know how I would handle things. I was very aware that taking him to my place to treat a gunshot wound would have cost me my license—especially since I didn’t check him into the hospital.
I quickly tear the plastic wrapper from the straw and push it into the bottle. “This will be better. Drink slow,” I warn him with what I hope passes for a kind smile. There’s this private worry in my mind that he’ll be upset that I didn’t take him to the hospital. Will he sue me? Shit, I really should have thought things over better before I got involved in all of this.
He sips the water, and I watch as his Adam's apple moves. That shouldn’t be sexy, and yet it is. I force my gaze up to look at the man’s face and he’s staring straight at me. I think he can see the desire I’m feeling in my eyes. Crap. His lips twitch, but the intensity on his face makes me feel like there’s electricity flowing through my veins. What in the hell is going on with me?
“Thanks,” he says gruffly as I pull the water back.
“Want some more?”
“Not yet,” he says. I nod, setting it on the nightstand.
“Are you a doctor?” he asks, his voice sounding strained by the time he finishes asking his question. Jeff nods at me and quietly leaves the room. It is a little crowded at the moment. I can’t say as I blame him. I’d like to escape with him instead of answering Breaker’s questions.
“No. I … uh … I found you,” I stutter, trying not to get him too upset.
“Found me?”
“Do you remember anything at all?” I ask, knowing that would make this simpler.
“No,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.
I sigh. “Someone shot you and threw your body into the lake. You must have been awake enough to drag yourself out though, because by the time it was semi-safe enough to get to you, you were lying unconscious on the ground, soaking wet, and bleeding.”