Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“You may not remember shit, but my girl is still in you.” That makes me smile too. “We’ve already had this fight, and I won.”
“Wait. What?” I ask as we step onto the elevator, the door closing. He turns to face me, and his thumb begins tracing over my lips. I push down the urge to kiss his finger.
“You used to get mad when you thought I was bossing you around.”
“There is no thought. You were bossing me around.” That smirk is still on his lips.
“I can get a little possessive and controlling with you. In my need to keep you close. Not wanting anyone else near you. My jealousy is new to me. Only you’ve gotten that from me. I’m like a child with a toy, and I don’t fucking share.”
“Wow” is all I can think to say. He sounds almost obsessive when it comes to me. Here I was thinking no one was looking for me or noticed that I was gone. Now it seems that I’ve found myself going toward the other extreme with this man.
“You knew I only did those things because I love you and worry over you. You did what I asked because you knew it would put me at ease. I might be barking the orders, but you have all the control.” He leans down, brushing his mouth against mine. My eyes fall closed as his tongue pushes past my lips. I wrap my arms around him. This time I don’t hesitate before kissing him back.
“You don’t know what that means to me,” I say when he lifts his mouth from mine. “Since the moment I woke up in that hospital bed, I thought I was all alone. Just me and my little jelly bean.” I reach down to rub my baby bump. “Now you’re here wanting to take care of me.” My eyes sting with tears. It’s all so overwhelming and too good to be true.
“Don’t cry, precious. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” I can tell from the look in his eyes he means every word he’s saying. That possessive and controlling side he said he has for me is definitely showing already.
Still the thought of who did this to me lingers in the back of my mind. The cops told me it was most likely the father of my baby. That doesn’t match up with everything he’s saying. I need to be careful and to remember that it’s not only my safety that’s at stake here but the safety of my baby. Regardless of how sincere I think this man is, I need to protect my baby at all costs.
He drops his hands from my face as the elevator doors slide open. He takes my hand again, guiding me off with him. There is only one set of double doors on this floor.
When he tries to pull on my hand for me to come with him, I don’t move. “Kennedy.”
My mind starts to spin with so many things. What if I really do love this man that has been searching everywhere for me. It must hurt him when I try to pull away from him. Heck, when he said he was leaving earlier I started to freak out, not wanting him to go.
Still, someone tried to kill me. My breathing picks up, thinking about the possibility that it could be Dane. My stomach turns, not wanting that to be true.
“Kennedy.” He says my name again. I gasp for air, trying to answer him. “Where the hell is your inhaler?” I gasp loudly again, shaking my head, having no clue what he’s talking about. He pulls me into the room with him.
In one move he lifts me off my feet and takes off. What the hell is wrong with me? Breathe, I scream at myself. He sits me down a moment later. I watch as he starts pulling crap out of a bag in a hurry, tossing it all behind him.
“Open your mouth.” I part my lips as he shoves something into my mouth. “Breathe.” I suck in a breath of air. Within a few seconds, my lungs finally fill with air. He does it a couple more times before I get myself back under control. He drops the inhaler, pressing his forehead against mine and closing his eyes.
6
Dane
My heart pounds so hard it’s the only thing that I can hear. I could have lost her. Again. How the hell did she not know she has asthma?
“What would have happened if I didn’t have one of your inhalers?” I lift my head.
“I didn’t know that I needed one.” I gently tuck her hair back behind her ear knowing she’s still a little shaken up.
“It’s not often that you do. Only when you get really worked up or scared.”
“Oh” is all she says, wetting her lips.