Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
We somehow managed to stop.
And, by the grace of God, she stayed in place on the back of Sebastian’s bike.
Once the bike finally came to a full stop, I gasped out a breath like I’d just run a fifty-mile marathon.
I was half off the bike, the only thing holding me back was Silas’ grip on the back of my jeans and my grip on his cut around the base of his neck.
My thighs were screaming, though, and my mind raced with concern as I quickly got off the bike.
Kettle beat me to it, though, seeming to come from nowhere with Adeline right on his heels.
They easily moved Baylee off the bike, and it was then that I saw the amount of blood that was pouring out of her.
I could see a wound on her neck, but I couldn’t tell what caused it, what the hell had happened to her.
“What’s going on?” I asked worriedly.
The next thirty minutes were a blur.
Ambulances came.
Cops showed.
One ambulance left with Sebastian and a still unconscious Baylee.
And the cop in front of us kept saying words ‘arrested’ and ‘obstruction of justice’ since we didn’t know what happened.
“Seriously, man,” Silas finally said. “I have no clue what happened. We were enjoying a ride, and my woman practically rips my head off to let me know that something’s going on. We pull over, and she was like that. She has a disease, though – Von Willebrand’s. It’s a bleeding disorder. Anything could’ve happened to her, and it’d be more serious just because of that.”
I’d actually heard Baylee say something about having that disease tonight.
It made it so that she could barely function during her periods since the blood flow leaned towards the extreme rather than normal.
She’d also told me about when she’d delivered her daughter, Blaise, and how she’d almost lost her life because they couldn’t get the bleeding under control.
“That’s true, she told me about this tonight. I looked over and her eyes were rolling back in her head. I was lucky I saw it when I did, or she would’ve been hurt much worse,” I whispered.
Silas’ hands tightened on mine. “We really would like to get to the hospital to check on her, if you don’t mind.”
The officer narrowed his eyes. “We’ll be in contact,” he said, flipping his book shut with a snap and turning on his heel to leave.
“Dick,” Silas muttered under his breath.
I squeezed his hand tighter.
“Be nice,” I whispered.
He snorted. “Let’s get to the hospital.”
We walked to the bikes where the others waited, one of the prospects having been dropped off to take Sebastian’s bike back to his place.
And all I could think about was how bad it could’ve been.
How she could’ve died. How she could even be dead right now.
Did I attract death? Was it me?
Questions that I couldn’t answer right now filled my mind. I pushed them out to reevaluate later.
Because, seriously, I had a sickening feeling that this wasn’t so simple. Something had happened.
I just knew somehow that the worst was yet to come.
***
“Hey,” I said, looking nervously from Sebastian to Baylee.
Sebastian was sitting on the edge of Baylee’s bed, her hand engulfed in his.
“My hero,” Baylee croaked.
I laughed. “You’re looking better.”
Sebastian stood up, and I watched him stalk towards me.
He didn’t stop in front of me, though.
No, he only stopped to put his massive arms around me and pick me straight up off my feet.
“Thank you,” he whispered gruffly.
I patted his arm awkwardly as I tried to breathe with difficulty given the tight grip Sebastian had on me.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “She’s fine. Look at her.”
Sebastian dropped me to my feet almost jarringly and turned to take in his wife who was watching the encounter with a smile on her face.
“What?” She asked after a while.
“Ummm, I was just telling him that Silas wanted a word with him in the hallway,” I said.
Sebastian gave my shoulder a squeeze and walked over to his wife, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he rumbled against her lips.
I blushed and averted my eyes, looking out the hospital room’s window instead of at the sight before me as I waited for them to finish.
“You can look now,” Baylee said with amusement.
I looked up to find the room empty, and the door closing softly behind me.
I blushed once again.
“Sorry,” I said, dumping my bag onto the chair at the side of her bed.
She smiled and held out her hand.
I took it.
“Thanks,” Baylee whispered. “It must’ve been a rock or something. It’s happened before, and I didn’t realize I was bleeding at all then, either.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “I kind of guessed you had a bad deal with this disease, but this was insane. You’re so freakin’ lucky, Baylee!”
She was, too!
Had I not seen her, she would’ve fallen right off the back of Sebastian’s bike!
“Thanks to you,” she said softly.
I patted her hand.
“Just don’t make me have to do that again, it scared the snot out of me,” I admitted.
“Baylee,” a man’s voice said from the doorway. “I swear to God, I can’t take my eyes off of you anymore without you getting into some kind of trouble.”
I blinked and turned to the blond giant wearing a SWAT shirt and black pants.
My mouth dropped open.
He was gorgeous!
Like, unbelievably so!
“Sawyer Berry, my brother, Luke Shithead Roberts,” Baylee said dryly.
I snorted, and then covered my mouth when the giant’s eyes turned to me.
“You her?” He asked.
“Am I her, what?” I wondered aloud.
“The girl that saved my sister,” Luke said like I was dumb for even asking.
I shrugged, not saying anything.
“Let me know if you ever need anything and I’m there. This little turd means the world to me,” Luke said. “Your man said he wanted you.”
I blinked. “My man?”
My brain was fried, because I should’ve known he meant Silas.
I just hadn’t heard him referred to as ‘my man’ before.
“Silas…you know, the old dude with the beard that wears the president patch on his vest?” He teased.
I blinked. “Oh, yeah.”
He snorted. “Said he’d be waiting for you out front.”