I Can’t Even (Carter Brothers #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Shit.

“I did it again?” I asked curiously.

“Yep,” he confirmed. “But I can’t just let you take off when I leave.”

That was an understatement.

In actuality, what he was trying to say without saying, was that he couldn’t leave the house with me sleepwalking because I might hand deliver myself to a serial killer. A serial killer who hadn’t made a peep in fucking forever.

My head tilted as I took him in. “Your glasses today?”

“Head and eyes hurt,” he admitted. “You were really restless last night, and it sort of, maybe, kept me up.”

I instantly felt bad.

He was the one who had to go to work today, not me.

It was my first of not one, not two, but three whole days off.

Yes, I had to take a test this morning. But, after that, I was free!

I didn’t know what to do with my excitement.

If I was a normal girl, and I could do anything I wanted, when and where I wanted, I’d spend the day getting my toes done. Then I’d go to lunch by myself. Then I’d visit that bakery with the drool worthy pastries everyone kept appearing with. Then I’d go buy some new scrub pants, because the ones I was wearing were getting a little tight in the waist thanks to my addiction with said bakery.

But I wasn’t normal.

I had a serial killer who wanted to see me dead.

Meaning, nothing was happening today.

Not unless I could convince one of the Carter brothers to go with me…

I bet I could get Auden to do it…

“Who’s my jailer today?” I asked as I leaned forward and placed my head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me a little too tightly before saying, “My dad, actually.”

My brows rose. “Really?”

“Yep,” he confirmed. “He’s got some errands to do in town, and I figured you’d appreciate getting to do them with him.”

I smiled against his muscular pecs.

“Thanks, Quaid.” I nuzzled into that space between his muscles. “Sorry for keeping you up all night.”

“It wasn’t all you,” he said as he let me go. “It was a bunch of things. That murder I worked two nights ago? I was texting with Quincy off and on helping him roll some ideas through his brain. Then I got a text from the night watch letting me know I’ve already had three men call in today due to the stomach flu.”

Speaking of stomach flu…

“I don’t feel so hot myself,” I admitted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

The longer I was awake, the worst I started to feel.

Yesterday I’d felt off all day.

But today? It was pretty bad.

My stomach was roiling, and I wondered idly if it was okay to drink Pepto and take Zofran…

Obviously, these were things that I should know as a nurse, but my brain wasn’t working at one hundred percent. Maybe I should ask my mom?

“Great,” Quaid sighed. “It’ll go through us all like wildfire anyway. Might as well start with you.”

I couldn’t even muster up a smile as he disappeared into the kitchen, coming back a few moments later with a cup of coffee.

The smell hit me like a freight train, and what I thought was nausea earlier, turned into a full-blown evacuation imminent, DEFCON 1 situation.

As per our new routine, he headed to the bathroom for our pills.

When he came back out, he was already holding his hand out to me.

“Here ya go,” Quaid said as he placed my birth control pill into my hand.

I would’ve said thank you had I not thought opening my mouth would’ve caused me to Poltergeist projectile puke everywhere.

He frowned when I didn’t say anything and dropped to the mattress beside me.

The movement caused my body to jerk, and that was all it took.

“Are you…”

The smell of the coffee hit me, and I had one whole second where I thought I was going to straight throw up right into Quaid’s face, but he read the look before I could do it.

He took a large step back, and then I was all but falling out of the bed in my haste to get to the toilet.

I didn’t make it to the toilet.

I did, however, make it to the shower mat where I promptly lost every bit of the contents of my stomach.

“You gonna make it?” Quaid asked worriedly.

I grimaced and stood up, only to wish I’d stayed on my knees.

“I’m gonna do something,” I said as I swayed.

He caught me by the arm and steadied me. “You have to leave in fifteen minutes.”

I knew.

Today was my final exam.

The last and final final exam that I would ever take.

That meant I had one more clinical rotation to work, and I would be officially done with school.

I. Was. Ecstatic.

And where had my nausea gone? It was as if it was magically cured.

“I guess at least you didn’t take your pill yet,” he murmured as he handed it to me for a second time.


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