Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Trinity laughed. “So, you’re gonna leave Huck and I to deal with him going off the deep end?”
“No, baby. He goes apeshit, and I’ll kick his ass out,” the Viking who I now knew was named Huck replied.
“Fuck, can we talk about something else?” Blaise asked.
“Fine, boss. Let’s talk about the fact that Garrett is going into semi-retirement in one week. It’ll all start to change. You ready for that?” Gage asked.
Trev laughed. “Shit. He was born ready.”
They went on talking about things I hadn’t expected them to discuss in front of me. Family stuff. I realized they didn’t just go out and kill people. They owned hotels, a casino, a hospital, a racing track. They loaned money to important people. It was something much bigger than what I’d thought.
Finally, Saxon stood up, then looked down at me. “It’s getting late. Haisley and I’ve got to be up early,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m ready for you all to leave. We got this house to ourselves tonight, and I want to take advantage of it,” Trev told everyone.
“Fuck, let us get out of here before she gets to biting you and shit,” Gage drawled, standing up and taking Shiloh with him. “Crazy fucker and his kinks.” He smirked at Trev as he said it.
Everyone got their coats and headed for the door while they said their goodbyes. They were all going to be at Saxon’s parents’ in a few nights, it seemed. The other women mentioned seeing me then and how much they’d enjoyed me being here. When we left, I had an odd sense of belonging. Even if I didn’t feel that way with Saxon. With him, I was just a burden.
Fifteen
Haisley
When I walked out of the bedroom the next morning, I had a sweatshirt on over my top. I could tell by the chill in my room when I woke up that it was one of those rare cold mornings in Florida. I had given Saxon back his leather coat last night, and this was the best thing I had to keep me warm.
The sun wasn’t up yet, but this time of year, it was closer to seven before sunrise. The living room was dark with only the light from the kitchen giving a warm glow. Saxon was standing at the bar, pouring a cup of coffee, and there was a plate with a cup of milk on the counter. He lifted his head, and his eyes met mine as I reached him.
“Good morning,” I said, hoping that we would continue this getting along thing.
“Morning. I made you something to eat before we go,” he said, nodding at the plate.
I looked down to see scrambled eggs, toast, and berries again. I knew he was only doing this for the baby’s sake, but it still made me feel warm inside. “Thank you,” I replied.
“I got a text this morning. I was able to get you an appointment with the OB-GYN Maddy uses. She’s going to see you at four today. I’ll pick you up from the studio, and we can go from there.”
He had gotten me a doctor’s appointment. We hadn’t even talked about it since I had gotten here. Other than he wanted to get me proper medical care.
“Does, uh, she take Medicaid?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No. But you’re covered.”
“How?”
“I handled it, Haisley. Don’t worry about it. Dr. James is the best OB-GYN in the state. It’s why Maddy used her.”
The best OB-GYN lived in Ocala? I found that hard to believe.
“What hospital?” I asked him.
“She has private offices in Gainesville and Orlando. She works between the two.”
Private offices? I wasn’t sure I knew what that was exactly, but I focused on eating my food and stopped asking questions. This was a huge deal. I would have a doctor who would answer my questions, and I could call if I had any issues. No waiting in a packed room for hours to get five minutes with her.
“The dark circles under your eyes are gone,” Saxon said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I had noticed that in the mirror this morning. “Yeah, having proper food to eat and a luxurious bed to sleep in will do that for you,” I replied, smiling at him.
“That bed isn’t luxurious,” he said.
I laughed and finished chewing my food, then said, “Maybe not to you, rich boy, but to me, that is five-star quality.”
I popped the last berry into my mouth, drank the rest of my milk, and took the half-eaten piece of toast with me before standing up. “We’d better go. I don’t want to be late.”
“It’s only five. You have plenty time.”
I shook my head. “I have to warm up and do stretches.”
He picked up his cup and nodded toward the door. “Okay, let’s go.”
We headed to the door, and when I opened it, the cold wind reminded me why I was wearing a sweatshirt.