Even if it Hurts (Coastal Elite #1) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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Mom comes in to sit at the island counter like she usually does when I cook. “Mind if I sit?” she asks.

“Of course not,” I say. I was reluctant about this when he suggested it, and wasn’t really sure if it would be awkward, but overall I just feel happy that I get to spend time with both of them.

“I’m the guest here, Mrs. Gale,” Dare says lightly.

It’s the kind of overly respectful bullshit that seems obviously out of place to me, but Mom doesn’t know him, so she doesn’t second guess his charming act. “Please, call me Emilie. I’m not even a Mrs. anymore.”

“I heard,” he says with a nod, grabbing a knife to start slicing fries. “Dropped the dead weight. Good for you.”

She cracks a smile.

“Aubrey tells me you don’t want to go to the consultation in New York this weekend.”

“It’s a long trip, and we can’t really afford it.”

“Yes,” he says with a nod. “I understand that. Aubrey told me about your compromised immune system, too. I understand that makes things more difficult, but I think I have a solution.”

My ears perk up because this is the first I’m hearing about this.

Dare goes on. “My father shares a private jet with a friend of his. I explained your situation, and we’re having it professionally cleaned on Friday—of course, it’s already very clean, but this way we can be sure no one left behind any germs for you to catch. The cabin crew will be kept as small as possible, and every person will have their temperature checked before they’re allowed to board the plane. They’ve been informed an immunocompromised individual will be on board, and have also been informed that if Aubrey hears so much as a sniffle, she has full authority to throw them out of the plane.”

Mom laughs and Dare smiles. Her gaze shifts to me uncertainly because this is obviously an overwhelming amount of effort to help her from someone she has never met before. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do all that for me…”

“It’s already done,” he assures her, slicing through the sweet potato. He’s much more comfortable cutting than cleaning. “I did ask about a video call since that’s what Aubrey asked me to do, but he wanted to meet with you in person so he could make sure all your test results are up-to-date and give you an examination before he gets started. He’ll need you to send over your medical records so he can look at them ahead of your visit. He’s not there to waste your time. If there’s nothing he can do, he’ll tell you that. If there’s something you haven’t tried that he thinks stands a shot at working, he’ll tell you that, too.”

Mom looks at me. I see the same thing I felt when he first mentioned this to me—a reluctant gleam of hope.

I walk over and place my hand over hers on the counter. “I think it’s worth trying, Mom. What’s the worst that can happen? He can’t help? Then we come home.”

“I suppose ‘ride on a private jet’ is a good bucket list item,” she says, considering. “But this all sounds very expensive.”

“It’s on me,” Dare assures her. “The trip, anything you need as a result of the trip. I’m covering all of it.”

Mom looks over at me, wide-eyed. “Is he an angel?”

I grin. “I thought he was when I first met him, too.”

Dare smirks at me because we both know he’s the furthest thing from an angel, but Mom has no clue.

I’m glad she doesn’t because if she knew how complicated things were with him, she might not accept his help. Since he’s here kissing me and cooking with me and meeting my mom like a normal boyfriend, she has no reason to suspect otherwise.

Although I don’t think Dare will take up cooking as a hobby anytime soon, he proves quite an adept pupil. We finish up our light dinner and eat at the table while Mom and Dare get better acquainted.

She embarrasses me telling him I hadn’t told her I was seeing anyone, but she could tell by the big grin on my face every time I would get a text from him.

Dare grins at me across the table. “Aw, mermaid. Do I make you smile?”

When you don’t make me cry.

But I don’t say that. My face heats and Mom laughs, and honestly, it’s a great time. I didn’t really expect Dare to be good with parents, but by the time he stands and clears the plates for us, I can tell Mom is fully charmed.

“You sure you don’t need help?” I ask him.

“Nah,” he says, grabbing my plate and stacking it on top of his and Mom’s. “I’ve got it.”

As soon as he’s out of the room, Mom reaches across the table and puts her hand over mine. “I love him.”


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