Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The phone rings, and as a strange nervousness settles deep into my gut, I have to turn away, unable to meet Logan’s eye.
“Hello,” her voice croaks into the phone, something about the soft tone making a strange flutter start in my stomach.
“Shit, you were sleeping,” I mutter. I should have thought this out. The woman just worked a night shift. Of course she’d be sleeping. How fucking stupid could I be? I wanted to thank the woman and now I’ve managed to wake her from the sleep she desperately needs.
“Huh? Who is this?” she questions.
Fuck, I’ve made a fool of myself. Abort. I should just end the call and pretend it never happened.
“Hi. Sorry. It’s Sean. You looked after my daughter last night,” I say, hoping I don’t sound like some kind of fucked-up stalker who did questionable things to get her number.
“Umm, yeah,” she says hesitantly. “How’d you get my number?”
“One of the nurses gave it to me,” I admit with a cringe, hoping I’m not getting the woman in any kind of trouble. After all, she helped me out. I wouldn’t want to return the favor by dumping her in a pile of steaming shit.
Gigi lets out a sigh and I can practically hear the wheels turning in her mind. “That nurse wouldn’t have been Mel, was it?” she asks, a smile in her tone that makes my hands shake.
“Yeah,” I say as Logan gets up and walks around the counter, trying to catch my eye as if wanting to coach me through this. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine. She’s my best friend.”
Thank fuck.
“Right, so, I was just calling because I wanted to say thank you for last night,” I say as Logan starts trying to mimic me asking her out for dinner. I try to wave him away, but the bastard is persistent. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you. You saved my daughter’s life. Without you, I don’t know what would have happened.”
“Oh, no,” she replies, bashfully. “It’s fine. I was just doing my job.”
I’m just about to tell her that it’s so much more than that, and while it’s just her job, it means the absolute world to me, when the phone is plucked out of my hand. Logan backs up a few steps and with his training, I know it’s not even worth trying to get it back from him. He could run for hours on end.
Logan lifts my phone to his ear and grins at me. “Hey, are you the chick who saved my niece?” he questions.
I give him a scathing glare and he brings the phone down and hits speaker. “Yeah, I guess I am,” she says.
“Then you need to come out with us on Saturday,” he tells her.
What the fuck is this asshole doing? I shoot daggers at Logan, but he cheerfully ignores me.
“I’m sorry?” Gigi questions.
“You heard me,” Logan says, too fucking gleeful for his own good. He lifts his gaze to mine with a secretive smile, making it very clear what the fucker is doing, and I know he’s only doing it because he knows damn well I never would. “We’re going riding and you’re coming.”
Huh? Riding? This is the first I’m hearing of it, but apparently, it’s in the cards for this weekend. I haven’t taken Georgie riding yet and there’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll absolutely love it. You know, as long as I get her all the proper safety gear and more. I don’t think I could handle her falling off.
Hmm, I wonder if I could get them all in pink. Georgie would love that. There are so many things I’m going to have to get her, but I suppose I should start with her own dirt bike. On second thought, that’s too dangerous. Sara would have never allowed it. Perhaps a four-wheeler.
“Riding?” Gigi grunts, breaking me out of my inner thoughts.
“Yeah, you know, dirt bike riding,” Logan informs her.
“Okay . . . umm, thanks,” she says, “but I don’t know the first thing about riding. It was nice of you to offer, but I don’t think so.”
“I’m sorry, but you have no choice in the matter,” Logan tells her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You saved my niece’s life, and now it’s your duty to text Sean your address so he can pick you up on Saturday morning and thank you properly.”
Gigi laughs, clearly amused by my brother’s tactics, and I hate how much I like the sound. “And if I decline?” she questions.
“Then, I promise you that I won’t stop bugging you until you agree, and if you knew me, you’d know just how much of a threat that really is.”
Oh geez, laying it on thick, Logan.
There’s silence on the other end of the line, and I wonder if she’s had enough and ended the call until that soft tone flows through the speakers again. “You’re telling me there’s absolutely no way of backing out of this, huh?”