Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Lucky for me, and unlucky for him, Tommy Tom had the same feeling.
Taking a lunging step forward, he reared back and slammed his fist into the pervert’s mouth.
Then it was lights out Kevin.
“That was pretty impressive,” Ghost drawled from behind us. “It was like Crouching Tiger Hidden Doctor.”
The group behind us chuckled.
Imogen’s watery laugh had me smiling, though, even though everything hurt and I was fairly sure I was dying.
“Let’s go,” I grunted. “Before I fall.”
She looked at me, and then something shifted behind her eyes.
Then the determined and upset-that-I-was-upright Imogen returned.
“I can’t believe you followed me here despite just having surgery,” she reprimanded. “Let’s go.”
She didn’t take my arm, and for that I was thankful.
“Uhhh,” Imogen came to a halt when Tank blocked her way. “What’s wrong with him?”
Once Tank had her attention, he calmly walked around her, clicked and clacked right up to where Kevin was still on the ground crying, and lunged for his throat, stopping only inches away from snapping those deadly teeth down on his neck.
Kevin didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t even twitch. Still knocked out cold. Which likely for him, was a good thing. Had I been on the receiving end of that, I’d have pissed myself.
Tank looked at us, looked back at Kevin, then sneezed on him before turning to return to my side.
He’d been there since I’d left the hospital.
How he’d gotten there was still a mystery to not just me, but to all of the men in my club.
Imogen threaded her fingers into Tank’s thick fur.
Sean—in his wrinkled paramedic uniform—passed us on the way in with his stretcher, and winked at Imogen.
“What was that about?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“That was him telling me he was glad to see me talking, I guess,” she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Narrowing my eyes, I studied her face, and sighed. “Winking is off limits for other men.”
She eyed me like I was crazy.
“That’s completely irrational,” she informed me as she came to a dead halt at seeing the truck outside. “You drove it?”
I huffed a short laugh.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “But I’m going to need you to drive it back…to the hospital…where I can get back on my pain pump.”
She eyed me warily, almost worried that I wouldn’t make it to the truck, and moved closer to my side.
“Are you about to pass out?” She looked at me worriedly, I’m sure wondering how in the hell she was supposed to get a two hundred and thirty-pound man into a car before he fell all the way to the ground.
“No,” I denied. “I’m gonna make it.”
And make it I did.
The seatbelt and the door, however, were a completely different story.
Chapter 21
I’m not always right, but you’re always more not right. So there.
-Text from Imogen to Aaron
Imogen
Eight weeks later
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, eyeing the couch. “The doctors are just now allowing you to lift a milk jug. Picking up a couch probably isn’t the smartest thing in the world to be doing.”
“Woman,” I snarled. “You better shut your trap before I give it something better to do.”
“Okay, pretty boy.” She poked me in the side. “I’ll shut up just as soon as you find someone else to help you pick up that couch.”
Tank moved, blocking her path, allowing me to catch her before she moved too far away.
“Traitor!” she screeched at Tank, who didn’t look the least bit contrite.
“You were saying?” I asked, backing her toward the couch that I was intending to move.
“I was saying…” she hesitated when I pushed my erection against her ass. “I was saying, ummm, I was saying…”
I grinned and started to move my hand down the back side of her yoga pants.
“Did I tell you how much I like these pants on you?” I continued to work my hand down her pants, slipping underneath her panties as I went.
She licked her lips. “Yes, I think you did tell me about five times during my workout.”
“These yoga pants, paired with your sports bra, have got to be the biggest turn on that I’ve ever been witness to,” I murmured, burying my face into her hair.
She shivered when my beard touched her sensitive skin, but didn’t move away.
“This is the best part of the morning,” I murmured, spinning her around. “Walking out of our shared bedroom to you on your hands and knees doing the Downward Dog.”
Her hands went to the back of the couch, and she looked at me over her shoulder.
“You like me living with you?” she asked. “You don’t mind that I yell at you, and get irrationally jealous.”
I could tell she was trying to tease, but I knew there was a little bit of truthfulness to her words.
She was constantly worried that she’d annoy me in some way—the way that Lynn used to.
What she didn’t understand, though, was that she was nothing like Lynn.