Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Your family is en route to the hospital, Mr. Brewer,” one of the medics says. “We’ve told you this ten times.”
“And I’m now asking for the eleventh time. Has anyone called my wife?”
My head feels like it might fall off my neck, and my left shoulder screams in pain. It feels like a hot poker is being jabbed into my clavicle repeatedly, but at least I can walk.
I’m pushed into a secure bay at the far end of the ER. Nurses and doctors come in immediately, hooking me up to lines and machines and getting a game plan in place to check me out.
All I want is to see Chloe.
Once they’re sure I’m not going to die on the bed, they begin to filter out, leaving me with one short, dark-headed doctor that can’t be much older than Chloe.
Chloe. Where are you, beautiful?
“Where is he?” Her voice rises above the cacophony of the room’s noise. “He’s my husband, and I will see him now!”
I chuckle. There’s my girl.
“Hey,” I say, wincing as a blast of pain shoots through my head. “My wife’s out there causing a scene. Do you think you could sneak her in here?”
“Sure. Just a moment.”
He moves silently through the room and disappears into the hallway. He jumps out of the way as Chloe rushes into the room.
Tears stain her face. Her eyes are wild. As soon as her gaze settles on me, she sobs.
“Will you stop it?” I ask, chuckling. I hold my good arm out and she slides into the bed next to me and throws her arms around me. “Hey, hey, hey.” I wince. “That’s … not the shoulder.”
She lifts off me and sits up, scanning every inch of my body.
“Are you okay? Please, tell me you’re okay,” she begs.
“If I’m guessing, I have a concussion, and my left arm and shoulder are royally fucked. But I think I’m pretty good otherwise.”
She’s not convinced. “What happened to you?”
“Lie with me. I need to touch you. Just stay on my right side, okay?”
She curls up next to me, her hand splayed over my heart. I sigh, because this is what I need. My beautiful wife. The only woman I’ll ever love.
“I’m not sure what happened,” I say. “I was flying home and had engine failure. I found a field where I could land, but the winds were awful. The plane was tossed around, and a wing clipped the treetops. That’s the last thing I remember for a while.”
Her tears are hot against my skin. “I was so scared, Jason.”
“I just wanted to get home to you.”
She sits up, looking me in the eye. “You didn’t call.”
“My phone was dead, and instead of stopping to buy a cord or borrowing someone’s at the airport, I was just focused on getting back to you.”
I touch the side of her cheek. She leans into my hand as if it’s the balm to her wounds. She’s the balm to mine.
“Jason …” She squares her shoulders to mine and grins. “This is not how I was going to do this.”
“How were you going to do this?”
“It included me straddling you and wearing the black lingerie you love so much.”
I want to take her hand and place it on my hardening cock. Instead, I raise my eyebrows and tell her to look lower. And she does. Then she bursts out laughing.
“You almost died tonight,” she says. “Simmer down.”
“You still turn me on. I’d probably be hard for you in a casket.”
She smacks my chest. “No casket jokes, asshole.”
“Speaking of assholes, where’s Gannon and the others?”
“In the waiting room. Your mom is at the other hospital with Renn. They have her pretty medicated because she was losing her shit.” Her grin turns sheepish. “I threatened your brothers and Bianca to let me back here first. They didn’t put up too much of a fight.”
“Probably because they know I’d throw them out and ask for you.”
She presses a kiss to the center of my lips. I try to deepen it, but she pulls back.
“Listen, about earlier …” Her features sober. “I was scared, Jason. I admitted to myself that I loved you well before today. But hearing you say it as I was trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I had a sudden urge to have your babies—”
“Whoa, back up. Don’t talk about this shit unless you can follow through.”
She giggles. “I need to say this shit, but you’re in a hospital bed. Not my fault you can’t fly a plane.”
“Too soon.”
She kisses me again. “I love you, Jason Brewer. With my whole heart. And I told Tate tonight that he could keep his money because you’re going to lose the bet.”
“I am?”
“You are. You’re not staying married for six months.” A slow smile splits her cheeks. “I’m thinking since you’re old, we probably have a good forty, fifty years left in us.”