Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
"Asshole," I bite out.
"I was going to offer you some coffee, but since you're going to be rude. I'll only ask Greta."
"I'll take a cup. Becks and I are heading out to walk the dogs."
"Awesome. I'll go with you while Dean has his therapy."
"Is that what's up your ass this morning? Are you worried about it?"
"No," I grumble.
"Good. I'm sure you can handle it." She takes the cup from Benji and gives him a "thanks."
"Do you want a cup?" she asks me.
"No. I need some water though." I wheel myself over to the fridge and take a cup Benji hands me before pressing it into the refrigerator.
"Greta. There you are," Becks cheers. "Are you ready?"
"Yep. I need some exercise, but I refuse to run on the treadmill. Walking is the most anyone is going to get out of me." I make a mental note of that. I used to run five miles a day and I have an entire gym set up in one of the rooms in my condo.
"Oh and Dean, your therapist just showed up. Greta, you have to see this guy. He's freaking hot."
"Don't you have some dogs to fucking walk?" I bark out. The thought of Greta meeting someone else makes me insane with jealousy.
"So jealous," Benji chuckles. Greta looks at me as if a lightbulb goes off in her head, understanding my shitty attitude I tossed at her. She shakes her head and leaves with Becks.
I toss a glare at my brother. "Calm down. Remember you have to wait for her, so don't push her away. She's seeing a new side of you and it's not a good one." He walks out as well. I finish my water and wheel my ass out to the living room where Becks and my woman are being greeted by Jimmy the meathead McClain.
"They're too young for you," I snarl out. They all turn to me. "If you can't keep your eyes to yourself, I can find another therapist."
"You need one for your head," Becks says, leaving an open-mouthed Greta to stare at me. Her face is completely red, but I'm the one making an ass of myself. “Come on. Let’s go before my brother turns into a beast or something.” She hooks the dogs onto their leashes, and they walk out without another word to me.
"I'm not after your sister. The other one will be legal in a couple of months."
"How the fuck did you learn that?"
"Your sister told me." I’m really going to strangle my family. I feel like they’re tormenting me on purpose.
"Get out of my house and don't come back. If you ever come near Greta, I'll rip your balls off and stuff them down that big mouth of yours." He quickly grabs his bag and leaves.
"Hey, son. What's that all about?"
"He wants my Greta."
"We need to talk about that. I know it's hard for you, but you have to get your emotions under control. You can't chase away the best therapist because you think someone's after her because she's pretty."
I cock my head to the side and snarl out, "He fucking said so, Dad."
"Oh shit. Okay. Well where is Greta?"
"She took the dogs out walking with Becks."
"Okay. So let’s get you a new therapist. Hopefully one that doesn't have eyes for your woman."
An hour later another physical therapist arrives while the girls are still out. Thankfully, this one isn’t interested in my woman. I’m halfway through my workout when they come back, but she doesn’t come to see me. I know she’s mad for the asshole way I acted. I’m honestly sorry for it, but there’s no way to get through this knowing that I can’t make it official between us.
Once my session’s over my Dad lends me a hand back to my bedroom because my body is definitely beat. After helping me with my shower, I get dressed as best as possible and he helps me into bed. “I can’t thank you enough for this, Dad.”
“Junior, you’re my boy. You’re a grown man, but I’ll always be your father and I love you. It kills me to see you like this. Still, soon you won’t need me and your mother again. For now, just get better. Text me when you’re hungry, and I’ll have someone bring it up.” I nod and pass out.
Chapter Four
Greta
It's been a month, and my soul is dying to get a piece of Dean Evans Junior. It's insane how much progress he's made to recover from his injuries. His forearm is healing nicely and he's walking with a cane instead of the wheelchair or crutches. Daily he pushes through physical therapy. I love it for the most part, except the woman who comes to work with him. She's beautiful and puts her hands all over my man, pretending it’s to get him better, but I’m betting she wants him. He hasn’t shown any interest in her at all. In fact, he always wants to know where I’m going? I love that he’s curious, but I’m jealous as all get out. Who wouldn’t be? The man is gorgeous, strong, and sweet. It sends me into a fit of jealous rage to watch them, that I have to leave the house with either Benji or James as my guard dogs. They don’t even live there; they’re around to look after us girls when they have free time. Emily's on her own thing. It seems she's found a man even though her father isn't happy about it at all. We’re still besties, and I genuinely get where she’s coming from. She’s in love with him and if I could spend all my time alone with Dean I would.