Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Sure have. I’m a doctor, ain’t nothing that embarrasses me,” he replied. Sometimes she thought he sounded more like he was eighty than somewhere in his late-thirties.
The thermometer was slid out and Macca quickly raised her panties up and settled the covers around her once more. Then he laid a soft kiss on her forehead.
“How’s her temperature?” Macca asked.
Doc grunted. “Not good. 102. Right, little girl. Let’s hear your lungs. Think you can sit up for me and lean forward?”
She nodded. Macca helped her sit, raising up her pajama top so Doc could listen to her lungs. Then he checked her pulse, throat and ears before letting her lie back down.
“Good news is her lungs sound fine. Bad news is she’s got a very red throat. I need to take a swab to check for strep throat. Got any popsicles?”
“Ahh, don’t think I do.”
Doc grunted again. “I’ve got some. Will drop them over. Sucking on them will help her throat.” He drew something out of his bag that looked like the pacifier she was sucking on, except it had a bulb at one end. Then he got out a bottle and a syringe and unscrewed the bulb. He used the syringe to extract some medicine then placed it in the bulb.
“This is adult liquid acetaminophen. I got a supply of these pacifiers the other day. When they’re sucked on, the medicine is released gradually. Now, you’ll need to follow the amounts I’ll write down for her. But seems might be a good option for her rather than anal suppositories.”
Ahh. Yeah, she’d agree with that.
“Take her temperature regularly. Plenty of rest and fluids. If it continues to climb or is still over 101 by tonight call me again.” Doc handed her the medicine-filled pacifier. She swapped it with her old one. The feel of it was different but not bad.
“Follow my instructions, little miss. No getting up unless it’s for the toilet. Drink lots.” He turned to Macca. “You might want to use a bottle as she’s going to be pretty tired. Any questions?”
“No, I think I’ve got it.”
“Good. I’ve got other things to do.” He packed up and left.
That was abrupt.
“Hmm, he was quite friendly today,” Macca commented.
She pulled out the pacifier. “How could you tell?”
“Well, Doc has two modes. Grumpy and grumpier. Today he was just grumpy.” He pushed the pacifier back into her mouth. “Keep that in there, sweet pea. You heard what Doc said. I’m going to go and get you a bottle. You just rest and let me take care of you.”
She sighed. She might feel utterly miserable but at least she had people around her who cared.
7
Gigi did a quick check of her outfit in the mirror.
Cowgirl boots. Check.
Cowgirl hat. Check.
Macca’s shirt half-unbuttoned so that it showed a lot of skin. Check.
Nothing else. Check.
She smiled to herself. She looked pretty damn sexy, even if she did say so herself. Time to embrace her inner cowgirl. It had been several days since Macca had taken her on her first picnic. He’d kept her in bed for several days until he was certain she was fully recovered. He’d been treating her like glass.
But tomorrow he had to return to work. Which she was sad about, but she knew he loved working as a security specialist for JSI.
So tonight, she was giving him a send-off she hoped he would remember.
She strode towards the living room where he was watching T.V. She wasn’t looking forward to him leaving. Even though she knew everyone here kept an eye on each other. Macca had explained that people would drop in on her regularly and that if she needed to, she could stay at the big house with Clint and Charlie.
She wouldn’t be doing that. She didn’t know them well enough. But it did make her feel better to know she wasn’t on her own.
She cleared her throat as she leaned against the doorway. She crossed her arms under her breasts, thrusting them up and giving her a bit of cleavage.
Macca turned to look at her, then froze.
“Hello, cowboy,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice.
It seemed to work as his gaze heated, running down over the cute yellow cowgirl hat he’d found her online down her shirt-clad body to her naked legs and cowgirl boots.
“Well, hello there, cowgirl.”
She stepped forward. She wasn’t really used to taking the lead when it came to sex, but tonight she was going to be brave and bold.
Not two words she’d ever really use to describe herself.
She walked up to where he sat on the sofa then carefully straddled his lap. Carefully, because she didn’t want to slip and accidentally knee him in the groin. That would totally ruin her plans for tonight.
His gaze moved to her chest. Reaching out, he slid his hands up her thighs. “Are you wearing my shirt?”