The Fool (Welcome to the Circus #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Welcome to the Circus Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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After pouring me a bowl, sans milk—something else I’d mentioned all of one time and he’d remembered—he set it next to me, then placed both of his hands on either side of my hips before saying, “Eat.”

I reached for a few Cheerios, pushing them past the lump in my throat that had yet to go away.

When I was about halfway through the bowl, he reached for the coffee and handed it to me.

I took a sip, sighing when it tasted just right.

“You remembered,” I said, gently placing the coffee cup back onto the counter.

He tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear then said, “Honey, I remember everything that you told me, down to the very last minutia of details.”

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. “My sister is dead.”

Just saying the words felt wrong.

Like I was about to get struck dead myself.

“I know,” he replied. “I’m going to tell you this now, because I don’t want you to question why I’m here and how I know, but my sisters know no boundaries. They looked into you, and we have this friend who…” he hesitated. “She’s a hacker and I promise you it wasn’t my idea to invade your privacy like this. But I’m kind of glad that they did in a way, because you would’ve been sitting here by yourself for longer than you needed to.”

I swallowed past a lump.

Then a connection popped through my head, and I straightened.

“Are you part of the circus or are you part of the circus.”

His lips twitched. “I didn’t make the connection until they shared it with me, either. Yes, my sister is the one who saved your brother’s life five years ago.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

“Val,” he answered. “She was the doc who saved your brother’s life in the ER that night.”

It was all making sense now.

Oh, how small this world was.

Five years ago, my brother, Garrett, the baby of the family, had been undercover in the gangs unit for Dallas Police Department when he was stabbed by a rival gang member in the ER. In the process, Val’s husband, Felix, had also been stabbed.

None of the ER staff had wanted to touch Garrett, who’d been so deep under cover that no one knew who he was to the world. And he’d almost died, but Val had chosen to save him. It was only later they found out who he was, and by that time Val had done the life-saving part with the help of a freakin’ NASCAR driver, who of all people, now happened to be married into their family.

Even now, all this time later, my heart was still full when it came to that woman.

I thought about her constantly. Thought about how that scene looked.

As a medical professional myself, I knew damn well and good that the entire scene could’ve played out so much differently. Had she hesitated even a few moments longer, all of this would’ve been so different. I wouldn’t have a brother.

Like I now didn’t have a sister.

My heart shattered inside my chest all over again.

The feeling of dawning emptiness was becoming bigger and bigger inside of me.

“Can we go?” I asked, feeling the urgency to get out and run.

He eyed me for a few long moments, long enough to make me feel even more vulnerable, then he caught me around the waist, placed his coffee mug on the counter, and we left.

“You got a key to this place?” he asked as he carried me like a front backpack.

“No,” I said. “Just press the lock button on the doorknob as we leave.”

He did, and then walked me straight to a truck out of my dreams.

“Wow,” I breathed. “This is nice.”

“It’s a truck,” he chuckled, the vibration rumbling against my chest. “I bought it when we moved here permanently. Well, that’s not exactly true. I bought it two years ago when my sisters kept giving me their kids, and then insisting that they needed to be in something safer than an ’83 Buick.”

“Wow,” I laughed. “A Buick?”

“I didn’t ever leave,” he admitted. “I mean, I did. But Dallas is fuckin’ ridiculous. And if I was going to leave, I’d just get in that beater, because why would I drive something better than that in a town full of fuckin’ psychopaths who treat the road like it’s theirs and only theirs?”

I found myself snickering, despite the hole in my heart.

“I’ve heard Texas highways can be a little much if you haven’t driven on them before,” I teased.

“A little much?” he asked incredulously. “I would say a lot much. This place is a fuckin’ madhouse. If you’re driving the speed limit, you’re driving too slow. If you’re ten miles over the speed limit, that’s slow lane appropriate. If you’re driving fifteen, you can get into the middle two lanes. The fast lane is literally for those crazy mother fuckers who want to drive at least a hundred.”


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