Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Immy yawned. “I’m okay. I’m warm enough under the covers.”
“You’re definitely feeling all right?” he asked as he stood over her, placing his hand against her forehead. “No fever.”
Sometimes she went quiet and sleepy when she wasn’t feeling well.
“I’m fine. I promise. Just tired.”
“All right. But I’m going to sleep in here just to make sure.”
Would she protest?
The last time he’d slept in her room had been when they were on tour and she hadn’t been feeling well.
Lauren hadn’t been happy about that. But she worked for him and missing one VIP event wasn’t going to break his career.
Honestly, he was getting a bit tired of the way she kept arranging things for him to do without consulting him first.
At the same time, he’d been the one to hire her. While his career was doing well, he wanted to take it to the next level. He needed to set his family up, to make certain they were secure.
And to do that, he needed money.
That was what would ensure their safety.
Immy yawned. “Okie-dokie-lemon-spokie.”
She was such a goof sometimes. But she was his goof. He was already in his pajamas so he just laid down on her floor rug.
After a few moments, he heard her shifting around on the bed. Then her head appeared over the edge.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he told her gently.
“I can’t sleep while you’re so uncomfortable,” she told him. “Why don’t you sleep in the bed with me?”
His eyes widened. Sleep in the bed with her?
Fuck, that was tempting.
Too tempting. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t trust himself.
Could he?
You don’t deserve to be in that bed with her. You don’t deserve to touch.
“I can’t sleep in the bed with you,” he said hastily, swallowing the nausea that bubbled in his stomach.
He watched as a shutter came down across her face. Instantly, he felt like an asshole. He hadn’t meant to hurt her.
“I roll around a lot in my sleep,” he explained. “I don’t want to kick you or hurt you. I’ve been known to give out a few karate chops, remember?”
A giggle left her. “I remember. That time we all slept together in the treehouse, you slammed your foot into Sampson’s balls.”
“I don’t think he’s fully recovered,” he confided. “That’s why he has such a high-pitched voice.”
Another giggle. “Sampson doesn’t have a high-pitched voice. It’s really deep.”
“Imagine how much deeper it would be if I hadn’t slammed my foot into his balls? He should actually thank me. As it is, some people look around for the thunderstorm when he speaks.”
“They do not!”
“They really do. He should do some audiobook narrating.”
“Ooh, he totally should,” she said. “He’d make a great bad guy.”
“Course he would. He wouldn’t even have to act.”
“Jenner!” she cried, throwing a pillow down at him.
He caught it. “Thanks. I would like a pillow.”
“You know there’s a pillow and blanket under the bed,” she said quietly. “It’s always there for you.”
That was his Immy.
Always taking care of him.
There was no way he could ever deserve her.
6
“How do you think she got here?” Immy asked worriedly as they pulled into their gated community. “Why didn’t she call us?”
“Apparently, she lost her phone or something and couldn’t remember our numbers,” Jenner told her as he parked his car.
Poor Maeve.
He jumped out and ran around to help her out before taking her hand and dragging her along as they jogged into the main house.
“She was trying to get through the main gate and fucking Fred wouldn’t let her through.”
“What the heck? Why didn’t he call you?” she asked as she puffed her way up the stairs.
She could really use some cardio.
“Oh, I’ll find out,” Jenner promised darkly as they entered Maeve’s bedroom.
She’d lived in it before moving out to travel around. Immy wasn’t sure why Maeve wanted to travel around on her own.
That sounded like an absolute nightmare to her. All Immy wanted was to be home with her family. But Maeve and Cat were different from her. They were adventurous. They wanted to go out and live life.
Sometimes, Immy worried that she was scared of life.
Maeve was lying in her bed, asleep. The side of her face was bruised and she looked pale and ill.
Immy let out a small whimper. Jenner tugged her over so she was sitting on an armchair as Isaiah explained how he’d found her.
“How long do you think she’ll sleep for?” Immy asked.
“I don’t know. She’s been sleeping a while,” Sampson said.
“What do you suppose happened?” she asked.
“Isaiah is trying to figure that out,” Sampson said, nodding at where Isaiah was working on his laptop.
Had someone called Cat? Immy should do that, shouldn’t she?
She went to her bedroom and called their friend, leaving a message. Then she quickly used the bathroom, before stepping back out into her room. She let out a small cry as she saw Jenner sitting on the side of the bed.