Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, baby, but I need to hear a medical professional tell me that’s all you need.” He reached over to squeeze my thigh. “But the good news is we shouldn’t need to wait since I’m a major donor to the nearest hospital.”
I scrunched my nose. “I really wish doctors still did house calls because even if I’m seen quickly, I still have zero desire to go to the emergency room.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
My brows drew together. “What?”
“I’ll have a doctor come to the house, and as long as they don’t think you need to go in, we can skip the trip to the hospital.”
“Really?” I pressed my hands together and blinked up at him. “You can do that?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he confirmed with a nod. “It’s one of the perks of being a billionaire…just about anything is possible.”
I didn’t know how he managed it just by firing off a few text messages, but the doctor was waiting for us when we arrived at his Winnetka house. With a portable x-ray machine that proved I’d been right—it was just a twisted ankle. Not that James cared. He set me up in the middle of his big bed and waited on me hand and foot.
I’d never had someone treat me like I was delicate porcelain, but I loved how protective James was being. Especially because it didn’t extend to when we were having sex…once I got him to lose control.
10
JAMES
“Wow.”
I glanced up from Samantha’s hand, which I’d been idly playing with while trying to decide how to give her the ring I’d designed.
Tate Finch, the center for the Chicago hockey team, the Challengers, was walking onto my private jet, and his eyes were trained on Samantha. He strolled over and stuck out his hand. “Hey there, beautiful. I’m Tate Finch.” He brushed his slightly longer black hair off his face and smiled, showing off perfect teeth—most of them were fake…he fucking played hockey for a living—and twin dimples in his cheeks.
“Samantha Heath,” she replied.
I intercepted her hand as she reached out and glared at my friend. “Mine,” I growled. I wasn’t worried about the pretty boy stealing my girl, but I also couldn’t seem to rein in my jealousy and possessiveness where Samantha was concerned.
Tate’s black eyebrows rose over his bright blue eyes as he looked back and forth between Samantha and me. I could understand his shock. He’d never seen me with a woman, much less this obsessed with one.
Tate was from Long Island, but he’d joined the Chicago Challengers right around the same time I’d moved there. I’d worked with the owner of the hockey team and met Tate through him. Eventually, he became like another brother to Jeremy, Jason, and me. He’d also hit it off with our friends from home, as if we’d all known each other our whole lives.
Samantha rolled her eyes. “Muzzle your inner caveman, James,” she quipped.
Grinning, I leaned my head down to whisper in her ear. “But you like my inner caveman.” She shivered, and her cheeks bloomed with color.
Lacing our fingers together, I rested our hands on my knee and relaxed back into my seat. We were headed to Milwaukee for my monthly poker night with my brothers, Landon, and some other friends. Tate had decided to come at the last minute and was hitching a ride on my plane.
“Heath?” Tate asked as he sat across from us.
Samantha nodded. It hadn’t occurred to me until that moment that he’d never met Landon’s family. It wasn’t like Samantha had come to poker night or any other times the guys had all gotten together.
“As in Landon Heath’s little sister?”
“Drop it,” I warned when I saw Tate’s expression of incredulity.
But he either didn’t hear it or didn’t care because his gaze landed on me, and he grinned. “You’re dating your friend’s sister? Bro…he’s going to kick your ass from Milwaukee to Chicago and back again.”
I sighed. “He already knows.”
“And he’s fine with it?”
“More or less,” I muttered.
Tate laughed as he got comfy in his seat. “I’m glad I came to poker night this month. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this drama.”
“When did you become a teenage girl?” I drawled as the plane took off.
“Landon doesn’t have a say in who I date, anyway,” Samantha chimed in. Then she smiled at Tate, and I tamped down the urge to rearrange his pretty face. “Nice job breaking the record for most hat tricks last season.”
His eyebrows shot up again, and he cocked his head to the side. “You know hockey?”
Samantha scoffed. “I’m from Wisconsin. And my sister-in-law is from Canada.”
“Damn, if only I’d met you first.”
I scowled and unbuckled Samantha’s seat belt to pull her onto my lap. “You’re booking yourself a thirty-five-thousand-foot jump without a parachute, Finch.”
My cell phone buzzed in my pocket while he laughed, and I dug it out to glance at the screen. The device was connected to the plane's Wi-Fi, so I could still receive texts and make calls.