Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The doctor still wasn’t looking at her.
He was staring at Evander with a hard look, his eyes jumping from him to the gash on my forehead, then to Evander again.
I knew what he was thinking. He thought that Evander had done this.
I saw the moment that he decided to question him, too.
“Are you okay in here with him?”
That question was directed at Evander.
“Yeah,” Hannah said distractedly. Her attention was again on my head. “You can send Dr. Montgomery in, though.”
The doctor hesitated.
Evander grunted something.
“I’m going to go outside. My brother is here and I want to tell him what’s going on anyway. If you need me, yell out, and I’ll come.”
Evander said this while looking at me like I might lose it, and to some extent, he was right to do so.
I was about to lose it.
But with this doctor giving Evander the stink eye, I was better able to control myself—or, at least, my tears.
I was a doomed crazy chicken lady.
Maybe I just needed to find a job somewhere.
“You okay?”
I looked up at the pregnant chick that was still touching me.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Do you know anywhere that’s hiring?”
Her eyes flicked down to me, and I was struck with shock.
Despite her huge, obviously pregnant state, she was freakin’ beautiful.
“You in trouble?”
I shook my head, and then thought better of it and nodded.
“Yes and no.”
“Have anything to do with this cut on your face?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“Huh,” she muttered. “Could’ve fooled me.”
I sighed.
“It has nothing to do with Evander,” I told her. “That’s the man I’m going to marry someday.”
Her mouth quirked.
“Someday?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, someday,” I sighed.
“I have a someday, too,” she admitted. “He’s the one the doctor was just talking about.”
“Ahh,” I sighed. “That’s an alpha male thing, I suppose. I tried to leave. Was halfway to El Paso when he came riding up on his Harley and told me to get off the bus.”
She snickered.
“I thought I went into labor yesterday.”
My eyes widened.
“Are you Travis’ Hannah?” I asked. “I was there when he got the call. He freaked way out, and his eyes went all saucer like, and I swear to God, I thought he was going to pass out.”
Her smile was sad.
“Yeah, that’s what I keep getting from him, too.”
I snickered as she cleaned the blood from my face and winced slightly when she hit a sore spot.
“Was he like that with y’all’s first one?” I asked her.
She smiled warmly.
“Travis isn’t the father of my first daughter. Only this one,” she gestured down to her stomach with a tilt of her head.
My brows furrowed.
“But they said he had another kid…”
Hannah’s face twisted.
“He does…one who he only ever sees on holidays. One who hates his guts. One who is behind the reason why he wants nothing to do with me or the one he’s about to have.”
I watched her face closely, and then decided that I wasn’t going to make her keep talking about this subject since it was obviously bothering her.
She moved again, and her stomach brushed my arm, and I felt the distinct thump of something kicking me, almost as if he was pissed off that I’d intruded on his space.
“Your baby just kicked me,” I informed her, even though she could more than likely feel it on her end.
Though, she’d have to be freakin’ paralyzed not to feel the force from that kick.
She grinned. “A booger like his daddy.”
She hummed something else I couldn’t quite catch under her breath and brought up a piece of gauze off the tray next to the bed.
“I want you to hold this here while I go get the doctor to stitch this up.” She gestured with her hand. “I’ll be right…”
A commotion from out in the other room had me standing up and heading to the door.
Hannah had been on her way, too, but she was much slower than I was, despite my injuries.
I opened the door just in time to see two men—two police officers—throw Evander to the floor.
He hit so roughly that his face bounced off the tile floor.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked, running into the fray.
That’s when a hand planted in my chest, and I fell backwards, hitting the floor on my ass.
Hard.
Evander hadn’t been struggling before.
But seeing a man put his hands on me, he went fucking wild.
“I’m okay!” I started to crawl to him. “I’m okay!”
I’d just gotten a hand on his head when a rough hand latched onto my arm and pulled me away.
“Go sit the fuck down, or better yet, go back to the room you were just in. I’ll come for your statement later.”
“What statement?” I demanded, kicking as I was dragged across the room on my ass.
“Hey!” Hannah called out. “Let her go! Can’t you see that she’s hurt?”
The man who had his hand latched onto my arm let me go, and he rounded on her.