Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Normally, I’d just soak them and use them as future period panties, but I didn’t need another thing to embarrass me in front of Drew.
I came out with a towel wrapped around myself ten minutes later, freshly showered, sans my hair, and staring at Drew who was busy putting some new sheets onto my bed.
“Get some warm pants on,” he ordered.
He was acting so calm and collected, as if I hadn’t just embarrassed the shit out of myself and him.
“Drew…” I started, but I wasn’t sure where to begin.
He stopped me before the words came, and held up a hand to me.
“Aspen,” he said. “I’m a paramedic. I’ve seen way more embarrassing things than a woman with her period.”
My cat meowed at me as I passed him, and I stopped to give him a love tap that consisted of me shoving him off my clean clothes before walking woodenly into my closet and retrieving some clothes.
Once I was dressed in my warmest pair of leggings that were fur lined, a pair of wool socks I’d stolen from my brother, Jonah, at some point, and my Uggs that only got broken out on period days, I was ready to go.
Somewhere.
In my own house.
But still.
“Ready,” I called, waiting for him to explain.
He nodded, then proceeded to pick me up around the waist, toss me like a sack of feed over his shoulder, and stomp out of my room.
Then out of my house.
When he kept going even further, I started to get nervous.
“Put me down!” I screamed at the man that was currently holding me over his shoulder. “I can’t! I’ll go to jail!”
But when he crossed the line over the road, I stared at the ankle monitor on my leg in horror.
But it didn’t go off.
It didn’t even turn red. Nothing.
It was still a bright green.
“What…what’s going on?” I asked Drew’s ass.
“I’m taking you somewhere,” he said. “With me. It was something my ex-wife hated doing.”
“What is it?” I asked breathlessly.
“You’ll see,” he evaded. “No questions.”
I blinked, then nodded.
But I couldn’t help it. He at least had to answer one before I could sit in his truck quietly.
“How…how did you bypass it?” I asked softly.
“My sister came and turned it off for a day,” he shrugged.
And that only opened up even more questions.
I was dying to ask them, but the way he looked at me like I should shut my mouth had me doing exactly that.
Shutting up.
But the questions burned in my brain, and by the time we passed over the lake, I was practically bouncing in my seat with the need to ask.
“Okay,” he said. “My sister’s the lady that put your ankle monitor on.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What?” I semi shrieked.
He nodded.
“I asked her to look into it the first day of the storms, a couple weeks ago, to see if she could get it temporarily turned off.” He continued. “And I didn’t want to tell you that she might be able to if she couldn’t, so I waited.”
“Your sister’s Risa Fairchild?” I asked. “She’s a badass.”
He turned to me and laughed.
“She is. I taught her everything I know,” he teased.
I snorted.
“That’s funny,” I said. “So how long do I have until it’s back on? And why would she do that for me?”
“I didn’t have to do much,” he murmured, turning his brights on as he started to look around, scanning outside of his window until he spotted a dirt road. “She, as well as her entire office, were very much aware of you and your case, and none of them wanted to put the monitor on you in the first place. The law enforcement community is funny. It seems like they have two types of people. People that are loyal and faithful, and people that aren’t.”
“And what does that have to do with them?” I asked.
“It means that a lot of them know what it feels like, and they’re rooting for you. They didn’t want to follow these orders any more than you wanted to take them. But they had no choice. They sure didn’t have a problem requesting a day off from the judge. You’ll get a day once a week until the ankle monitor comes off.”
My mouth dropped open in pure shock.
“She said…she said that rarely ever happens. That I could request it, but that I should probably look into a food delivery service because it wasn’t likely that I’d get more than just the one day I requested,” I told him.
He tossed me a grin before his eyes went back to the road in front of him.
He stopped when the trees on my side of the road opened up.
Then he turned, and expertly started to back his truck and boat—which I just now noticed— down what I assumed was a boat ramp.
“There’re are a lot of people here for it being five in the morning,” I observed as I looked around at all the trucks and boats.