Fun House (Welcome to the Circus #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Welcome to the Circus Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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“Don’t touch her,” the first man ordered when the second man reached out to try to wipe the blood free. “I don’t want to fuck her up.”

“The sheriff is fucked,” I heard someone say. “He’s saying that she attacked him.”

The first man rolled his eyes so hard that I was surprised he wasn’t dizzy afterward.

“There’s no fuckin’ way on earth that she attacked him,” the second man said. “Not to mention there was a fuckin’ grate between them.” He paused. “There’s still a fuckin’ grate between them!”

That’s when I looked beyond the grate to see that there was half an SUV on its side in front of that grate as if some great force had taken it in its hands and ripped it clean down the middle.

“He’s losing his shit,” the deputy with us said. “He needs to have his head evaluated.”

“Agreed,” the first man said. “Why are you looking at us so oddly?”

I blinked. “Why would you think that?”

Other than I was?

And who the hell was this man? He was awfully attentive and persistent…and he paid a lot of attention to me. In a way that made my heart rate skyrocket.

He knew me. I knew him.

But we knew each other in ways that I knew weren’t completely platonic.

Was he my boyfriend?

A loud brrrrerrrup announced the ambulance’s arrival, and then everyone was pushed out of the way as I was not only cut from the vehicle I was hanging from but then placed onto the gurney next to it.

Seconds after I made it onto the gurney, I was rolling right out.

They put me into the ambulance, but since there were four medics on the truck, they wouldn’t allow anyone to ride with me.

But as soon as I got into the ambulance, the bright lights above me made my eyes hurt and my head throb, so I closed them.

And didn’t reopen them again until there was a man standing over me in a white coat, announcing that he was a doctor.

“How are you, Ms. Singh?” he asked me.

How was I? I guess I was alive. There was always that, right?

“Good,” I murmured instead of voicing my entire inner monologue.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked.

By deductive reasoning, based solely on what was in front of me and around me, and him being in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck, I could accurately guess. “Hospital.”

He nodded, then someone handed him a sheet of paper.

“Your pregnancy, Ms. Singh,” he said. “Do you know how far along you are?”

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

Pregnant? Me?

What?

“Um, no,” I answered, hoping to hide my astonishment.

I wasn’t sure why I felt that needed to be kept hidden, but I chose to do it. To pretend that everything was okay.

“All right then,” he nodded. “That changes what we’re about to…”

I closed my eyes again as something cold and soothing rolled through my veins.

When I next opened them, I was in a quiet room, and there were no harsh lights above me.

A hospital room.

With two men sitting next to me.

The same two men from earlier in the woods were talking quietly at my bedside.

One man next to me with his hip leaning against the side of my bed, so close to me that he could reach out and touch me if he wanted to. The other was across the room, next to the windows, also standing.

I must’ve made a move of some sort because the man at my bedside shifted, then looked down at me with his blue eyes shining.

“You’re awake,” he said, stating the obvious.

I studied his face hard as if only studying it would help me remember who he was to me.

I sensed that he was someone important, though. No memories required.

“You’re looking at me like you don’t know who I am, like you’re trying to figure it out…” he trailed off. “Simi?”

Our conversation from earlier, when I’d woken up in that wreckage, came back to me.

“What are you…” the second man said. “Do you think she doesn’t know who we are?”

My eyes must’ve given me away because the first man said, “You really don’t remember. Do the nurses and doctors know you don’t remember?”

I bit my lip before saying, “Not exactly.”

“Fuck,” the second man said.

“So, do you want to help me out by putting names to your faces? Or should I just keep calling y’all First Man and Second Man?” I wondered aloud.

Second Man blinked before saying, “This is the man that moved halfway across the country yesterday to be with you. I’m fairly sure y’all are having a sexual relationship that I want to know nothing about. And I’m your brother, Keene.”

“Keene,” I murmured, wishing it would spark some sort of memory in my brain, but alas, nothing was forthcoming. “And you?”

The man I was supposedly sleeping with?

“Coffey,” he replied.



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