Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His smile went a little tight, and I heard whispering behind me.
“And, even more important.” I pointed my finger in his face. “One of my best friends is up against you in the race for Congress. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that you never see that sparkly office again. And I fucking hate that you’ll get paid for the rest of your life for doing such a shit job.”
There were even louder murmurings behind me.
A throat cleared, and I looked to my right to see another senator standing there. “Ma’am, what’s your name?”
I looked to my right to see a woman standing there with a tight smile on her face.
She was dressed as a flight attendant, and I wondered if she had heard everything I said.
“Silver Donahue,” I answered. “This is my stepdaughter, Eedie Webb.”
She waved, though it was pretty pitiful because she was still crying her eyes out.
We’d left the ladies behind, and with it, the updates.
None of the club members would update us.
All they kept saying was “he’s alive.”
That didn’t mean shit to us.
Even worse, every time I didn’t get a “he’s doing well” a little more of me died inside.
The flight attendant pulled us to the side, and she said, “There are four staff members who are flying home. Two of us are willing to stay behind and let you both get on the flight. It’s in first class next to them, though.”
I wilted. “Oh god. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. We’re sorry you were bumped off the flight,” she murmured.
“It’s okay.” My voice cracked. “We’re going to make it.”
“Yeah, you are.” She squeezed my arm and said, “Three A and C.”
Tears peppered my eyes. “Thank you again.”
She handed me her ticket, then went and spoke with the gate agent whom I’d yelled at earlier.
This had been the worst.
We’d gotten to the airport at two in the morning, having to take an island-to-island flight from Maui to Honolulu then had to immediately turn around and get into the airport to then board our plane to Dallas.
When we’d gotten here, the gate agent had told us that the flight was about to be delayed because the plane needed some maintenance due to a hydraulic issue.
She’d said it would be delayed until ten. Then twelve. And now it was delayed until four, with no end in sight.
When I’d asked for another flight, any other flight, she’d apologized and said there weren’t any until tomorrow but she’d put us on standby.
And we’d watched with our hearts in our throats as they boarded the plane.
We were about to be called, they’d literally had our names on the tips of their lips, when the senator frat brothers had rolled up with their important pants on.
And that was when I lost it.
Which led us to now.
“Eedie,” I said quietly. “Don’t let me get into a fight on that plane. I want to be able to get home to your dad and not be arrested by TSA when we land.”
She squeezed my hand as she said, “Come on. Let’s get on the plane.”
We did, with no luggage besides our wallets and the clothes on our backs.
The girls said they would take care of everything else.
We’d left that morning after hearing that Webber had been found next to his bike, clinging to life, after being in an accident involving another car that’d been abandoned.
A hit and run, literally.
That was the last update we’d gotten since.
I closed my eyes and clung to Eedie’s hand tighter.
We boarded the flight, and I tried not to glare at the gate agent as I went by.
When we were seated, I didn’t look at the stupid congressman.
I buckled my seat and glared hard at the stupid air conditioner vent.
“Fucking crazy bitch,” I heard one of the congressmen say.
I clenched my teeth.
You are going down, McCready.
Way down.
Possibly six feet if I had any say about it.
Twenty-Six
So the burglar broke into my house. I put the red dot on his chest and the cat did the rest.
—Webber to Copper
WEBBER
The incessant beeping was driving me fucking insane.
Even worse, there was constant sniffling at my side that had me wanting to scream at whomever it was to get a goddamn tissue.
But when I opened my eyes, all of the anger subsided when I saw the two heads of hair lying next to each of my thighs.
Blonde and black.
Eedie and Silver.
What the hell were they doing here?
Even worse, why the hell was I in the hospital?
When I shifted my eyes, it was to find Chevy standing at the edge of my bed reading my chart.
Some sort of change in my breathing must’ve tipped him off that I was awake, because he looked up then hooked my chart to the edge of my bed.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Pretty damn fine.
“Just fine,” I admitted. “Why?”