Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Easy, baby girl. Just lie still.”
“I want to sit up. I’m thirsty and I want Moody.”
“I think you’re better off lying down. But here’s Moody.” He reached over her to grab her monkey. “I’ll go get you a drink. I want you to stay lying down, though.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He moved into the kitchen to grab her sippy cup. He filled it with water. Walking back in, he noticed she had her eyes closed.
Shit!
“Baby, don’t fall asleep.”
She opened her eyes suddenly, jumping with a gasp. “Ow. Ouch. I wasn’t falling asleep, just resting my eyes.”
“Please don’t rest your eyes. You’re gonna give me a heart attack. I’m going to be gray before the wedding at this point.” He helped her take a few sips of water.
“I think you’d look sexy with gray hair. You always look sexy. Even when you have that face.”
“What face?”
“Your spanking face.”
The doorbell stopped him from asking what his spanking face looked like.
Probably for the best. He had a feeling whatever she’d been about to say wouldn’t have been flattering.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, before walking out of the bedroom and toward the front door.
He unlocked and opened the door. Hack stood on the other side. With his motorcycle boots, jeans, and black T-shirt that showed off his tattoos, he didn’t look like a typical doctor.
But Duke trusted him to take care of his girl.
“Thanks for coming, man,” he said, leading the way back to his bedroom.
“Of course. What happened?”
“Not completely sure. Seems she tried to ride her bike and came off.” And he’d let himself get upset about that after he made sure she was all right.
“Well, here’s my patient,” Hack said cheerfully as he walked into the bedroom. “What mischief have you been up to, Miss Sunny?”
“I never get up to mischief.”
“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Hack asked as he set his bag down on the bed by her legs. “You want to tell me what happened and what hurts?”
“She’s got a scrape on her back and a lump on the back of her head,” Duke said hastily.
Hack shot him a look as he took Sunny’s pulse.
Right. He wanted to hear it from her.
Duke moved around to her other side.
“I’m going to sell my bike. I just wanted to check that it still started.”
“And okay, maybe I wanted to hear it. I just wanted to pretend that I was riding it. I never intended to actually ride it. I promise.”
Christ. He ran his hand over his face as Hack glanced up at him.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” he soothed. “Just tell us what happened.”
“Hatter found a rat.”
“What?” Duke asked.
“There was a rat in the garage. Hatter flushed it out and was chasing it. I don’t even really know what happened next. I put my foot up, I didn’t want the rat to climb up my leg. That can happen, you know.”
“So, I’ve heard,” Hack murmured.
“The bike wobbled as my foot came back down, I hit something and the bike went one way and I went the other.”
“So, you landed on your back?” Hack asked.
“Yes. I hit my head too.”
“All right, let me look at your back, then I’ll check your head and vision.”
For the next ten minutes, Duke couldn’t do anything except sit by and watch, frowning every time Sunny winced.
Fuck. He’d do anything to take away her pain.
“Okay, good news is that you don’t have a concussion. Duke, do you have some painkillers you can get for Sunny?”
Duke nodded and grabbed some from the bathroom. He gave them to her, then held up her sippy cup for her.
“If there are any signs of a concussion like vomiting, nausea, confusion, headache, dizziness, or fatigue then get her to the hospital, okay?” Hack said.
“Yep. I can do that.” He’d be watching her very closely.
“Nothing is broken, just bruised. My best advice is to take it easy. Rest. Stay in bed for the rest of the day. If you need to get up, make sure that Duke is with you in case you feel dizzy. Tomorrow, move around more but nothing crazy, understand me, young lady?”
“You got it, Doctor Hack.”
“We want you to be all healed up before the big day.” He patted her forearm lightly.
“I’ll be back in a moment, Little Rebel,” Duke told her, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Want anything?”
“I’m all right, Daddy.”
Duke walked Hack through the house.
“Want to take a look at the bike?” Hack asked.
Duke sighed. “I want to trash the damn thing. Which is what I’ve wanted to do ever since it turned up.”
Hack nodded, and they headed into the garage. Duke lifted the bike, wincing at the scratches on the fuel tank and frame. “I’ll take it to Razor later. Get him to fix it.”
The garage door looked to have a small dent in it as well.
“Why does Sunny want to sell it? Is it because of the wedding? If you guys need money, I can lend you some.”