Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
She smiled. “Long day?”
“Long day and night,” I disagreed. “The guy that I was guarding was a fuckin’ moron. He told me he didn’t want my services anymore, and then the dumbass got shot while I was on my plane ride home.”
Carrie blinked in shock. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I can’t seriously make this stuff up.”
She shook her head, then gestured toward the bottle of rum. “Maybe you could take a shot of it, then go to bed.”
She had a good idea.
But there was a certain someone I wanted to see before I went to bed…
“Finn at work?” I asked.
“Yep.” Carrie put her shirt back over her PEG tube. “Why do you ask?”
I looked at my watch. “And your night nurse?”
“Using the bathroom,” Carrie answered as she narrowed her eyes. “Are you trying to make sure I’m not alone because you want to be somewhere else?”
I didn’t see a point in lying to my sister as I said, “I’m considering going to Greer’s.”
“Good.” She smiled widely. “That makes me happy.”
I looked at my watch. Then looked at my sister.
“You think she’ll murder me if I show up right now?” I wondered.
“I think you don’t care if she murders you,” Carrie pointed out. “Go. Shoo. I can take care of myself.”
I rolled my eyes because we both knew she couldn’t.
But Carrie was an independent woman. If she could do it on her own, she did.
Kind of like why I’d just walked in on her taking a shot. She wanted to be as normal as she could be. If that meant taking a shot through a PEG tube, that’s what she was going to do.
I walked toward her and kissed her on the cheek. “Be good.”
She scoffed. “I’m the best one of the siblings, Kyle Davis, and you know it.”
CHAPTER 13
As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.
-Coffee Cup
GREER
To say that I was a sad sack of shit would be an understatement.
I’d spent the entire day getting my ducks in a row as I got ready to open my own business. Meanwhile, every other thought was about a certain man that made my heart beat weirdly.
“You have got to stop this,” I paced the length of my bedroom. “Thinking about him won’t accomplish anything. He’s not the one for you.”
“Who’s not the one for you?”
I screeched and whirled, my heart pounding, to find Davis in my bedroom doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He was looking deliciously rumpled, and I wanted nothing more than to mess him up more.
“What the hell, Davis?” I scowled at him, trying to fake anger when inside, I was all but screeching in glee.
He was here.
Holy shit, he was here.
“What the hell what?” he asked.
I gestured toward him, then to myself.
“My home. Not yours. How did you get in?” I paused. “And if you wanted to come in, why didn’t you knock?”
“Your door was wide open,” he pointed out. “Well, not wide open. The front door was open. Why is it open at this time of night?”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean it was open?”
“I mean, the screen door was closed, but your front door was wide open.” He said it slower, as if that would help me understand him better.
I rolled my eyes. “I know what you meant…” I waved my hand in the air. “Never mind. That doesn’t explain what you’re doing inside my house, instead of waiting on the front porch for me to allow you entrance into my home.”
“I did knock. You didn’t answer.” He shrugged. “I was worried after that.”
He looked really worried…not.
I couldn’t say his arrival was completely unwanted, though.
That’d been what I was doing when he scared me half to death. Thinking about him. Wondering why in the hell I couldn’t stop when we didn’t have anything going on relationship-wise. When I wasn’t supposed to like him.
However, the best way to act right now was perturbed that he was there, since that was our usual act after all.
“Well, you can’t just come into a woman’s house in the middle of the night and scare the shit out of her,” I told him. “This is kind of like that walking out at night in the dark thing. We’re scared creatures at heart.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners with his amusement. “Noted. Don’t walk in when I’m worried about you and you’re not answering.”
“You never did answer why you were here,” I said softly.
And I never did tell you that I’m happy that you’re here.
Those words went unspoken, but it was as if he’d heard them anyway.
“I kind of already did answer you…I was worried. You weren’t answering. And I wanted to be,” he said.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t.
Instead, I walked over to him and said, “I’m on my period.”