Sweet Addiction (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #1) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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Good. That has to mean she’s feeling better. “Okay. I’m going to go answer the door, and I’ll be right back.”

She nods, leans back on the bed, and opens her book.

I practically run out the bedroom and down the hall, pulling at my oversized T-shirt. When I get to the front door, I stop and look at the mirror, then groan. My hair is everywhere. I think I brushed my teeth today, and that was it. The doorbell rings again, and I suck in a breath. I have no choice; I have to answer it.

I crack the door open and stare up at Davis. Of course he looks good. He’s dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve thermal shirt. His hair is pulled back, and he’s smiling at me.

“Davis…” I start.

He frowns at me. “What’s wrong?”

I lean my head against the door and clench my eyes shut. “I’m sorry, I should have called you. Alexis is sick and—”

He walks toward me, pulling me into his arms and pushing the door open at the same time. “What’s wrong? Where is she?”

“In her room.”

He practically carries me down the hall and stops at Alexis’ room. We walk inside, and Alexis smiles when she sees him. “Davis! Did you come to make sure I was okay?”

He goes to sit on the edge of the bed. “I sure did, honey. What’s wrong? You not feeling good?”

She sits up in the bed, and I lean against the door frame, watching the two of them. Alexis pulls her book in her lap and is shaking her head. “I’m feeling better now, but I puked my guts out.”

I move into the room. “She’s not joking, Davis, and I’m not sure if she’s contagious or not. You may not want to get too close.”

He swings his head to me and looks me up and down. “What about you? You feeling okay?”

I nod my head and pull at my shirt. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was about to fix her something to eat and then hopefully get a quick shower.”

He nods and turns back to Alexis. “How about I get you situated on the couch and make us a grilled cheese sandwich while your mom takes a shower? Would that be okay?”

She opens her arms to Davis and is nodding her head. “I love grilled cheese sandwiches.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He picks her up and stands up while her legs and arms go around him. His limp is exaggerated with the weight of Alexis in his arms, but it doesn’t stop him. When they get to me, he stops. “You okay with that?”

I blink up at him. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you sick.”

He leans down, and his voice drops a little. “If I do get sick, are you going to take care of me?”

There’s absolutely nothing sexual in the question, but why does it feel like there are butterflies in my stomach? “Of course I will.”

Alexis chimes in. “Mommy is good at taking care of people.”

They walk past me, but I hear him tell her, “I’m sure she is.”

Instead of following them, I go to my bathroom and shower real quick. When I get out, I brush my hair and let it hang down my back. I grab a T-shirt and shorts and get dressed. Looking in the mirror, I feel like I should put makeup on, but I know it’s a waste. My night is going to be spent taking care of Alexis, and I don’t need makeup for that. I walk down the hall and stop when I get to the kitchen. Davis’ eyes travel down my body and back up again. There’s heat in his gaze. “You are just in time. Go sit down with Lex and eat.”

He has a plate in his hands, and he’s walking with me toward the couch. When I sit down, he hands it to me. Alexis is happily munching on her sandwich already. She looks at me. “Eat it, Mom. It’s good.”

I take a bite, chew, and swallow it. “Thank you, Davis.”

He nods his head. “You’re welcome.” He goes back into the kitchen, grabs another plate and a few bottles of water, and carries it all into the living room. “Sit here,” Alexis tells him, pointing at the seat between us.

He slides by me and sits down in the middle, putting a drink in front of each of us. “This is good,” I tell him.

He nods. “You smell nice.”

I flush and go back to my sandwich. I sit and listen to Davis and Alexis talk. When we’re done with our food, I gather the plates and carry them into the kitchen.

Davis follows me. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yes. I’m sorry about tonight. I should have called you earlier to let you know, but well, I’m sure you can imagine what I was doing.”


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