Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
The old man grinned. “I walk at the trail at Center and First every day.” He stopped, then added. “It was what I was doing today when I fell and hit my head. Some guy’s dog was off the leash and tripped me. I was on the floor before I even knew what happened.”
I frowned. “There’s a leash law in this city, right?”
That question was directed at Sean, and he nodded.
“There is,” he confirmed. “Did you get the name of the dog owner?”
The old man shook his head. “I did not. I was too busy trying to staunch the blood flow.”
My lips quirked.
“I’ll meet you there tomorrow,” I informed him.
He looked at me like I was crazy, like he didn’t believe a word that was coming out of my mouth.
“We’ll see.”
With that, the old man walked away, and I was left with a man that had his arm around me, all the while Abigail watched with rapt fascination.
“Have a good day, lovely,” Abigail said cheerfully. “Call me if you have any questions, or just want to talk.”
On that note, she left me alone with Sean.
A man who I could tell was majorly pissed off that I hadn’t called and told him I was being discharged. Or that I had been going into the hospital in the first place.
“How did you know that I was out?” I asked as I watched the old man shuffle to a waiting cab.
Sean sighed.
“Your friend called me. Told me that you got out at twelve, and that she suspected you’d try to take a cab,” Sean said and reached for the door of his truck.
Abigail.
I knew that look on her face had been too innocent.
I’d listed Sean as my emergency contact. She obviously put the two ‘Seans’ together, otherwise she wouldn’t have called my emergency contact.
Meddling woman.
To keep my eyes off the anger in Sean’s eyes, I looked at the lifted truck, and wondered if I could hack it.
I didn’t think that I could. My stomach wasn’t hurting, per se, but it also didn’t feel all that great, either.
Before I could tell Sean this, though, he bent down, scooped me up—one arm under my legs, and one behind my back—and placed me carefully in the passenger seat.
I blinked, surprised at how gentle he’d been, and realized he was really upset with me.
I sighed.
“I should’ve told you,” I told him as he got into the truck. “It was a surprise. I went to my doctor’s appointment, he told me he could fit me into the schedule two days later. I had a lot of prep work to do and I was busy getting ready to be gone for a few days.”
He looked over at me, then turned back to the front and started the truck up.
“I realize that you’re an independent woman who’s used to taking care of herself, but it would’ve been nice to know that you were having surgery.” He cleared his throat. “Even if we hadn’t promised we’d be completely open with each other, I’d still tell you to pull your head out of your ass.”
I started to snicker.
Forty minutes later, I was ensconced in Big Papa’s house, in an old room that used to be Sean’s, staring at the closed door in horror.
I’d really screwed this up.
I knew that within five minutes of being in the truck with Sean.
He was mad.
So mad that he didn’t say a word to me the entire ride to his place, even though I’d complained multiple times that I’d wanted to go home.
He’d ignored me, of course, and I’d been left sitting there fuming, wondering if a cab would even run as far out as they lived.
Probably not. I didn’t have good luck.
Shit.
Chapter 11
Parents these days can’t control their kids in public. All my dad had to do was look at me, and I got my shit together.
-Sean’s words of wisdom
Sean
Two hours later, I found myself walking back to my pop’s house, wondering if I was stupid or just crazy.
I was, obviously, looking forward to having my heart broken, that much was for certain.
I still couldn’t figure out what the hell I was doing.
My intention to leave her here and never speak to her again hadn’t worked as well as I’d planned.
In fact, the moment I heard laughter coming from my father’s open windows from the bed in my RV, I realized that maybe I hadn’t reached my peak limit of suffering today.
Which was why I found myself walking into my dad’s place and coming to a sudden halt.
There were a lot of people there.
My dad, Aaron and his wife. Tommy Tom and Tally. Verity and Truth.
I could also vaguely hear Fender off somewhere in the back of the house talking on the phone to, who I assumed, was his baby mama.
The icing on the cake, however, was finding Jessie James with his arm running along the back of the couch, only inches from touching Naomi.