Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
But I was so in love with Tommy that I would talk to him about practically anything, even my dreaded house situation and the shit that swirled around it.
“I met a contractor who does quality work and is willing to let me pay him in installments,” he looked at me carefully, his eyes taking in the bags under my eyes and the hollow look of my cheeks. “Are you okay?”
Hadley growled in frustration. “I’ll catch up to you in a few,” Hadley grunted as she walked away.
Tommy didn’t even lift his eyes from mine as Hadley flounced away, and I found myself grateful.
It was hard for any man not to watch Hadley walk away. She was beautiful and had a perfect body. One that anyone, man or woman, could appreciate.
Tommy, loyal man that he was, only had eyes for me.
“I’m okay,” I told him.
And I was. Mostly.
I was pining for a man I shouldn’t want, my daughter was sick again, but I was handling okay.
“Dr. Wild told me you had to take Tallulah to the ER yesterday,” Tommy continued. “Is she all right?”
Did he know everything?
“She had some sort of reaction to her medication,” I murmured. “We went to the doctor on Monday because she started wheezing, and they gave her a med that she’s never had before. We gave it to her later that day and hives immediately started to appear all over her body.”
Tommy winced.
“You’ll have to be very careful with anything in that class of medications from now on,” he murmured. “I heard that her father showed.”
I sighed.
He had shown up.
Why, I didn’t know, but he did. He’d left work and everything, surprising the ever-loving shit out of me. Though, I had a feeling that it had a lot to do with the woman he’d brought with him.
The woman who wanted my kid for herself.
I could see the gleam in her eye as she acted all concerned over Tallulah and her well-being.
The reality was that she didn’t want me in the picture at all. The only reason she wanted Tallulah was because she wanted Russell’s full attention, and didn’t like it when he had to divert it away from her when we were dealing with something related to our daughter.
I would’ve told her it wasn’t going to work, but she was being completely ridiculous about everything.
She’d even offered to take Tallulah home with her and keep her overnight while I caught up on my sleep.
I’d laughed right in her face.
There was no way in hell that I was going to let my daughter go home with them after she’d just had an allergic reaction to a medication she was taking for another serious medical condition.
She was crazy for thinking it, let alone asking it.
“You heard,” I guessed.
His eyes gleamed. “Yep.”
I groaned.
“She’s a fucking nut job,” I told him, looking around to see that we were alone.
Were we the last ones in the building?
How had that happened?
I looked at my watch and winced.
Tallulah was with my mom, and I had to go relieve her in an hour and a half.
Not to mention I still had to run to the grocery store, and then to the shop to exchange the rental for my car.
My car that was officially done.
Fifteen hundred dollars and a few favors later.
Not that I was worried that the man would ever cash those favors in.
I realized within moments of meeting the man, who Tommy had recommended to me, that he was a member of the same club as Tommy.
Tommy chuckled.
“Dr. Wild told me that she offered to pay for Tallulah’s medical bills, and you told the woman to shove her money where the sun doesn’t shine.”
His eyes were full of mirth, and I had to squelch the urge to laugh.
Again.
I wasn’t necessarily an antagonistic person, but when it came to Tallulah and Sheena, I was protective and territorial, as any new mother in this situation would be.
Her acting as if she were the one who had Tallulah’s best interests at heart was beginning to really chap my ass. I pushed that kid out of my vagina. I walked the floor with her for hours a night when she was fussy and not feeling well. I was the one who was there with her during her first asthma attack.
So no, she didn’t have any rights when it came to Tallulah and decisions about her care or well-being, and if I had anything to say about it, she would never have that right.
Not ever.
I leaned back in my chair, letting my pencil drop onto the couch beside me, and stared at him.
“What are you doing?”
He worked his jaw, his hand coming up to allow his fingers to scratch his beard.
He looked so freakin’ sexy, even doing innocuous things like touching his majestic beard.
It really was majestic…and longer than I remembered.