Back Against the Wall (Lindell #1) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Lindell Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
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Renting isn’t really a thing in Lindell. Everyone owns, and houses hardly go up for sale. Moving in with Dad wasn’t even on my radar. My only option to buy in town was the Graves Estate. It was the only place available. I don’t exactly need a mansion with over nine thousand square feet and an endless list of amenities, but it’s what I ended up with. I told myself last week when I signed the paperwork on the damn thing that I could turn around and use it as a short-term rental or something when it was time for me to move back to the city. For the time being, it was our own little slice of heaven with an indoor and an outdoor pool and enough land for the kids to run and play.

“Daddy!”

The tone of Cole’s voice makes my feet move faster. I’m in a nearly full sprint by the time I round the corner.

“What happened?” My voice is reminiscent of a screech as I hold out my hand to take Cole’s. It’s covered in blood.

“We were playing,” Cale says, his little voice coming out on a sob even though he’s not the one hurt.

“Magic isn’t supposed to hurt,” Cole whimpers.

“Magic?” I ask, pulling his hand closer and wrapping my shirt around it. I wipe away the blood only for it to bloom once again.

“We were doing the magic sawing act.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, knowing if my mother were here, she’d know what to do, right after walloping me across the back of the head for the blasphemy. “No more Tom and Jerry for you two.”

The magic trick they’re talking about is something they saw on an episode of my childhood favorite show that we watched earlier in the week.

“What happened?” Dad asks as he joins us.

“Magic,” Cole mutters, his twin brother still crying.

“You’ll have to practice harder. I don’t think you’re supposed to bleed,” Dad says, his words completely unhelpful.

“I need to take him to the hospital,” I say, picking Cole up and cradling him in my arms.

“Is he missing part of his finger?”

“No,” I tell him.

His calmness makes me crazy. It’s how he treated every injury I had growing up.

Getting hurt is part of growing up, he’d tell me as he made a makeshift bandage from a shop towel and electrical tape.

Obviously, I’m not the same type of parent.

“He doesn’t need the hospital, and Doc Ellis is out of town on vacation,” Dad supplies unhelpfully as I walk Cole toward the front counter so I can grab my keys.

“All he needs is a bandage,” Dad says. “But if you insist on him being seen, there’s no sense in taking him all the way to town.”

Town is what rural people around here call any place larger than Lindell. The town he’s referring to right now is Austin. It’s the place with the closest hospital.

“Take him to see Doc McBride.”

I snap my head up at him at the suggestion.

“He’s a fu—freaking vet,” I growl. “I can’t take my child to a vet.”

“Can we pet the doggies?” Cale asks, picking now to come out of his sorrowful fit.

“It’s a minor wound, Chase. Calm down. I’ll give him a call while you’re driving over.”

Cole’s tiny hand, the uninjured one, presses to my face, urging me to pay attention to him. “Do we get to pet the doggies, Daddy?”

Dad tilts his head in satisfaction, knowing exactly what he did by mentioning the vet’s name.

Corbin McBride runs the local vet clinic, but he also runs an animal rescue, which out here in rural Texas sometimes ranges from dogs and cats to opossums and orphaned raccoons. With there being limited things to do around here, I made the mistake of taking the boys out to his rescue facility so the boys could see the animals. It’s the closest thing to a zoo as I could get without driving all the way into town.

“On one condition,” I tell him, ignoring the grunt Dad makes for winning the argument. “You boys can’t beg me for a dog like you did the last time.”

“Really?” Cale asks, ready to argue. “Why not?”

“Because two animals in the house are enough,” Cole answers, making me smile as he refers to himself and his brother.

It’s the same line my mom used to give me when I’d ask for a pet. My heart clenches at my son repeating the words I told him last week when they begged me for a dog. I look back at my dad, nostalgia tapping a rhythm in my chest. He simply smiles at me and holds up the receiver of the store phone, letting me know he’s going to call Corbin to announce our imminent arrival.

As much as I want to ask the boys not to mention this to their mother, I know I can’t. Emily wouldn’t really care about a small cut on Cole’s finger, but she’d be quick to use it against me in court. She’ll do anything to get that settlement number up higher and making me look like a horrible parent, even after one of her kids almost drowning happened on her watch, wouldn’t be out of her wheelhouse.


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