Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
To my sadness, I’d gotten to work today to find out that it was seafood day in the cafeteria.
I could’ve probably still eaten in there and been fine, but I’d learned too many lessons the hard way when it came to my shellfish allergy, I never ate at places that had readily available food because I couldn’t talk to the person making the food beforehand.
And since I didn’t usually order off the mobile ordering apps because I saw no point in entrusting my food to anyone, let alone paying the exorbitant fees to get it delivered to me, I chose to not eat.
Needless to say, the pizza was devoured, and I was feeling extra bouncy when the call came in that we were needed in the ER.
“Multiple gunshot wounds,” Sky said, eyes wide. “They say there are at least three police officers and four gang members involved.”
My stomach sank, and I reached for my phone, feeling this need to find out if he was okay.
It was like a clawing beast inside of me.
Only, it was as I pulled out my phone that I realized something—I didn’t have Quincy’s number.
Son of a bitch.
Stomach in knots, I headed down to the ER with my portable machine.
The ladies followed, much slower than me, and by the time I got down there, the entire floor was in chaos.
People were running everywhere, and not a single person cared that I was trying to get through.
I pulled up the computer that told me where I was needed and headed that way.
“…pupils aren’t equal or reactive,” I heard as I made my way toward trauma room three. “I’m hearing sucking sounds from his chest, too.”
“Fuckin’ awesome,” I heard someone say, and my heart leapt.
However, I knew without turning the corner that the man I was hearing wasn’t Quincy.
It was his exact lookalike, though.
Quaid.
I’d learned at the family dinner that none of the brothers were identical. They all had their own distinguishing features. But they still all looked very, very similar. Even the other brothers looked exactly like them.
And they looked exactly like their dad.
It was like Garnett didn’t have any part in their production at all.
I’d stared at them all for hours over dinner, and practically memorized all their features.
But not for any other reason than it’d been one of the best nights of my life. I wanted to make sure I remembered every single thing that happened so I could replay the happy memory in my brain for the rest of my days.
I’d never had that—a family that actually cared about me.
It was heartbreaking to see the love that Quincy had with his brothers. Even Keene, who was married into their family, felt like he’d always been a part of that.
I wanted that with a ferocity that scared me.
But more so, I wanted it with Quincy.
I rounded the final corner and felt instant relief hit me when I saw it wasn’t Quaid on the gurney, but some other young police officer who was awake, but definitely not all there.
“Oh, good.” I heard one of the doctors say. “I need…”
I moved around the room, giving him what he needed, and smiling at Quaid when we made eye contact.
It was only after we were done, and the doctors were studying the X-rays, that I turned to Quaid.
“Is he okay?”
Quaid’s smile was soft when he said, “He’s fine. He’s actually in the room three doors down with a gang member.”
My shoulders drooped.
I didn’t go down there, though.
One, I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was working.
Two, I still had other X-rays to do—just because I was now the boss, didn’t mean I didn’t still do the work.
By the time I was finished, my shift was up, and I had to return the machine up to the floor.
When I came back down, the ER was much less busy, and there wasn’t a Carter in sight.
I deflated slightly, really thinking that I was going to see him down here.
But something big had happened today, and I didn’t exactly blame him for leaving. I mean, he did have a job to do, and so did I. I was the one to leave without saying hello.
My shoulders slightly slumped at the thought of not getting to talk to him—I should’ve asked his brother for his number—I started heading down a side hallway that would lead outside.
Only, just as I turned the corner to head toward the exit, a lone figure leaning against a wall was standing there waiting.
My heart started to pound at the sight of those long, sexy legs encased in jeans that fit him like a glove.
His spare clothes that he’d kept in his truck must be ones that didn’t get worn very often because they were so worn in.
I liked them.
His t-shirt was just as worn in, and I could see a small hole underneath his elbow.