Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I began explaining, starting with the master bedroom.
“There are two parts. A main living part with the master bedroom at the front upstairs and a back part with a garage. So when we’re hauling it, we can put Coffey’s bike in the back. And make it the baby’s room eventually.”
“Speaking of baby,” Zip called from across the room. “When were you going to tell us about that?”
“I don’t know why they didn’t tell you yesterday,” I offered. “But I couldn’t remember enough shit about y’all to contradict them. You knew this morning as soon as I remembered that I didn’t like y’all.”
“Your man actually told me,” Hades corrected as she prodded at her hair. “Should I add more hairspray to this?”
Everyone collectively yelled “no.” Even Keene from the other room.
“Sad face,” she sighed. “Do you think I could get away with wearing this?”
She pressed her hand to her waist, where I could see the roundedness of her heating pack for her cramps.
Hades had PCOS. A very bad form of it.
She’d suffered during her periods since the day that she’d started, and ever since she’d had to go around with a heating pad for a day and a half to help alleviate some of the pain.
“I mean,” I said. “I guess that’ll be me in three months. Am I not allowed to still work with that?”
Hades rolled her eyes. “Whatever. They probably wouldn’t know, right?”
“Or care,” Keene came into the room. “Okay, let’s go over tonight’s show really quickly. Zip…”
He trailed off and gave everyone their assignments, what they were to do during their time off tonight, and spoke about the final show where I would be throwing a flashy hula hoop around instead of being in the air like the rest of them.
Though it wasn’t as cool or flashy, it was still mesmerizing with the lights.
All of us knew how to do the hula hoop act because it was the easiest one to do when we weren’t feeling ourselves.
“Y’all listen to this.” Zip barged into the room with her phone on speaker. “Folsom, start from the beginning.”
“Hey, y’all!” Folsom called. “Thought I’d call with an update on the sheriff.”
I groaned right along with my sisters.
“What about the toad?” Zip asked.
“So I looked up the hospital camera today just to take a peek, and it was in a flurry,” she explained.
“A flurry?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“A flutter,” her husband, Kobe, who also happened to be a private detective, came over the line. “Everything was all a flutter. Sheriff escaped his detail.”
That alarmed me on so many levels it was startling. But the worst of all those alarm bells was—what the hell will Coffey do about all of this? Because I knew he’d barely been able to contain himself when we’d left the hospital. I remembered when we’d passed the sheriff’s room—that had a deputy standing outside of it to make sure he didn’t get slippery and leave.
I’d seen the slight moment of hesitation. The way he’d had to take a few long, deep breaths was as if he’d been trying to fight his gut reaction to reach out and smack down whatever was hurting me.
“He had a detail?” Tony parroted my thoughts.
It was like that sometimes when you spent as much time with your family as I did.
“Oh yeah,” Kobe added. “From what Folsom was able to discover and all the hospital footage I’ve been watching over the last few days, they have him under lockdown. Or did. But then the dumb young one had to go take a thirty-minute shit, and while he was gone, Sheriff Bright chose to break himself out of the hospital. He took the deputies’ vehicle, and the others were still trying to figure out how he got the keys to it and left. They haven’t been able to locate said vehicle because Bright deactivated the GPS on it.”
“How long ago was this?” Keene asked, sounding miffed.
When I turned to look at him, I realized “miffed” wasn’t the correct word. Outraged. Livid. Incensed.
Whatever word you used for intense rage, he was feeling it.
“An hour,” Folsom answered, sounding annoyed. “I called to talk to them. Not you.”
“Sorry, dear.” Kobe chuckled. “Bye, ladies. Keene.”
Then he was gone, leaving us with Folsom only.
“Now that he’s gone…” Folsom waited a few dramatic moments. “When the hell were you going to tell me that you were pregnant?”
“If you read her medical file, you’d know that she had amnesia for almost twenty-four hours,” Val drawled. “Right?”
“Right,” Folsom sighed. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you fell into bed with a…”
I left before she could go into any more detail about the man that I was quickly falling in love with. Or hell, I’d already fallen in love with. There was no doubt in my mind that he was my “one.”
I mean, what kind of man that wasn’t the “one” did all the things he’d done? I mean, the man had bought not only an RV today but also a freakin’ truck to pull it and had followed that up with ice cream on the way home.