Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
The next five pain filled minutes were spent shimmying off the bed, and then shuffling to the bathroom.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Sebastian had made a half-assed effort to remove the toys from the bottom of his shower.
I didn’t think I could manage to bend and toss them over the side at this point. I felt so bad. At least my head didn’t hurt. That was something, wasn’t it?
The feel of hot water streaming down over my skin helped soothe some of the aches and pains.
I managed to run the bar of soap down my stomach, chest, and shoulders. However, when I got down to my legs, I just couldn’t handle it anymore. My legs would be hairy. So be it, because there was no way I was shaving today. Then again, it wasn’t like it would matter if my legs were hairy, because it wasn’t like I’d be getting any anytime soon. Not without a little bit of pain; Sebastian, nor I, got off on that type of thing. At least I didn’t think he did.
When I finally made my way into the living room wearing the only thing I could stand to put on, a t-shirt with the Dixie Wardens MC logo on it and a pair of Sebastian’s flannel pants, I was ready to go back to sleep, exhausted with the effort.
It was only the sweet sound of my mother’s voice that kept me moving to the living room, and then to the kitchen where my mother was at Sebastian’s stove wearing his apron and cooking. It smelled heavenly, and I knew instantly what it was. Chicken fried chicken. My favorite.
My mom only made it on special occasions. She said it took too much effort to make it any more often than she did.
“Mom.” I called once I stepped barefoot onto the kitchen tiles.
My mom whirled at the sound of my voice, dropped the spatula on the counter, and moved towards me slowly, gathering me into her arms carefully. “Oh, baby. You have such a dangerous job it scares me and your papa.”
Ugh. Not this argument again. For the love of all that’s holy. “Mom, you know I love my job. I don’t want to do anything else.”
“But, baby, this is the second time you’ve gotten hurt on the job within two years. Can’t you go work in the hospital or something?” she pleaded, curling my palm around her cheek.
I sighed and pulled back, going to the coffeemaker and smiling slightly when I saw my favorite cup waiting for me.
Punching down the large button, because I was pretty damn sure I’d need it, I turned and surveyed the kitchen, my mom included.
“What do you think of Sebastian?” I asked, trying to get my mother’s attention focused on something other than my career choice.
Before I could answer, my dad’s voice filtered in from the porch. “Paige, bring me a beer!” He bellowed.
“Get your own beer, Travis! I’m busy! Lunch isn’t going to cook itself, or did you want to get up and make it?” My mother screeched back.
Ahh, I knew I missed my parents.
Then Sebastian’s voice interrupted. “That’s okay, Mr. Roberts. I got it. I’m gonna go check on Baylee anyway.”
My mother turned and smiled at me. “I know that he doesn’t yell at his future mother-in-law for a beer. I know he cares a lot about you. When he showed up today, with his son in tow, and explained what happened to you last night, I fell in love with him. He’s won your daddy over pretty good too. Just gonna take him some time to get used to the whole motorcycle club thing he has going on. It’d help if we knew just a little more about it.”
I snorted. “To be honest, I don’t know much.” Eyeing the door warily to make sure Sebastian wasn’t quite there yet, I whispered to my mother. “I don’t think he does anything bad. He told me they made legitimate money in the eyes of the law. So I trust him.”
“Okay. We’ll talk more about this when we’re alone. Are you ready to eat? Have you been sleeping a long time?”
“Eighteen hours.” Sebastian’s deep voice called from the entrance to the back deck.
I jumped and turned around, feeling guilty about discussing Sebastian so openly in his own home. Then immediately regretted turning due to the agony shooting through my ribs.
I couldn’t even appreciate how hot he looked in his black jeans, black shirt, and black hat. Normally the sight would have made me flush in excitement. Now I was clammy in discomfort.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed the shards of pain away.
Then the next best thing happened as Sebastian’s warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. “Did you take your meds yet?” He asked quietly, rubbing his bristly beard against my head.
“No. I don’t know where they are.” I admitted softly.
“By the coffee pot. Why don’t you go take a seat and I’ll bring them to you?” He offered.
“Lunch’s almost ready anyway. This is a good time to get everyone seated; I’ll bring out the food shortly.” My mother ordered, before going back to the gravy she’d been stirring.
I eyed the table that was covered with paper work from both the station and the MC, and wanted to laugh at the thought that my mother wanted to have dinner at that very table.
“Uhh, Sebastian...you’re going to have to move your office to the actual office for now.” I teased him as I took a seat.
He snorted at the idea, walked to the coffee pot to grab my coffee, the medications, and a roll before coming back to me. He offered me all but the roll, stuffed half of it in his mouth, and then started gathering up papers.
I helped on my own side, gathering the closest papers and piling them into a small pile.
One such paper caught my eye, and I was a little bewildered as to why the club would need a list of the businesses in Benton.