Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Hours later, I laid in bed and, for once, Colt wasn’t the first thing on my mind.
Tai was.
I fell asleep, not quite happy, but okay.
Okay, and getting better every day.
***
I didn’t wake okay, though.
In fact, my dreams had been far from okay.
I’d dreamt that Tai had been diagnosed with cancer and that he and Colt had shared a room with each other while in the hospital.
They always had positive attitudes, but they weren’t able to be saved.
Within moments of my son’s death, Tai immediately followed.
I’d woken up in a cold sweat, and I’d been doing my damnedest to forget about everything and everyone since.
And to top it all off with a fucking cherry, my computer had crashed, and I hadn’t been able to pay the water bill because of it.
I wasn’t even able to get the damn thing to turn on.
“Hey,” Georgette, the charge nurse for today, said.
I turned to find her standing behind me, one arm wrapped around a plastic chart.
“Yes?” I asked.
“There’s an admit down in the ER. Can you go grab her for me?” She asked. “The orderlies are busy with a psych patient.”
I nodded and handed her my drink. “Yep, I can do that. Here, hold this.”
She took it and I gave her a thumb’s up, then turned and started for the elevators.
By the time I was down to the ground level, I’d wished that I hadn’t given up my coffee.
I could’ve chugged it fast, and possibly finished it before I’d even gotten to where I was going.
Unfortunately, I’d handed it off, and now I was left facing the raw facts.
I wasn’t going to be able to drink my coffee.
It’d be cold by the time I got back, and there was no way in hell I was using the staff microwave. That thing was disgusting, and I’d rather go hungry rather than put anything in there that would be put inside my body.
I’d just turned the corner of the long corridor that would lead me to the ER when I was stopped suddenly by a stretcher that had been pushed out of one of the other staff elevators on this floor.
“Oh,” I said, heart racing.
A woman with very distinguishable red hair poked her head out.
“Sorry!” Winter cried, a smile on her face. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
I gave her a thumbs up. “I’m okay…”
She frowned. “You don’t look okay. You look like you’ve gotten very little sleep and haven’t had your coffee yet.”
“Guilty,” I said.
“What’s wrong?” She asked as she walked with me.
“My computer’s screwed up, and I swear I just got it replaced,” I explained.
She blinked.
“Well, I can fix that,” she said. “I can have Jack come take a look at it. He’s not busy today.”
A smile appeared on my face.
“I forgot that I have a bona-fide computer wizard in my arsenal now,” I said cheekily. “That’d be great, if you don’t mind.”
“No problem. I’ll tell him to drop by and pick it up.”
I grinned. “Thank you.”
My day got even better when I realized that the ER was having a luncheon catered by Chick-Fil-A, and I was able to get a couple cookies and a small bottle of milk.
My day was looking up already!
Chapter 11
I like my force like I like my coffee. Dark.
-Coffee Cup
Tai
My day was shit.
I was tired. I was hungry, and my eyelids felt like they were lined with glass.
My eyes bulged as I read over the email I’d just received from my brother.
I replied quickly with a, “What the fuck is this?”
A word document that was on Mia’s computer. Just thought you’d want to see it, was my brother’s quick reply.
I’m a country girl, looking for a God-fearing, country boy who loves to get dirty but doesn’t hate getting cleaned up, either. I’m not interested in partying and staying out all night, unless it’s wrapped up in a blanket, standing in front of a bonfire with a beer in my hand. I need a man that’s not offended by my mouth, because when my Dallas Cowboys are losing, I tend to lose control of it.
I’m a simple girl at heart that loves being on horseback, four wheeling and reading. And by reading, I mean binge reading many, many books a week. I love reading. I love to get lost in a fictional character’s world. I need a man that’s willing to let me be me, but who’s also willing to whisk me out of that fictional world and demand I spend time with him. I need somebody to be my other half. Be the Johnny to my June. The peanut butter to my jelly. The cheese to my macaroni.
If you think that’s you, I’d love to meet you.
Sincerely, a book nerd, country girl searching for her country boy.
I dropped my phone onto the pillow next to my face, tired as hell from the day’s events.