Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Hey, Frankie. What’s up?”
“Mrs. Garrett is here to see you again. You in?”
I smile, slowly peeling myself from the bed. “Yeah, send her up, please.”
She hangs up and I quickly go pee, pulling a robe on over my Hello Kitty sleep shirt. I lost the shorts at some point, and she doesn’t want to see that.
There’s a soft knock on my door just as I shiver my way into the living room.
I pull the door open and Granny Grace smiles at me, thrusting a bag into my hands. The contents are warm, and I sigh. “More soup?” I ask hopefully.
“Chicken noodle. The noodles are in a little baggie. Take what you think you’ll eat, put it in a smaller bowl, and add what you want to that. If you put all the noodles in now and don’t eat it, you’ll be left without a drop of broth.”
I smile at the woman. “Thank you, Granny Grace, but you didn’t have to do this. Yesterday was already a surprise and too much.”
“You think I’m too old to ride an elevator and pass a piece of Tupperware?” She raises a white brow.
I chuckle and she winks.
“Enjoy, honey. Hope to see you back this week. The kids miss you.” She turns around, and I smile after her, softly closing the door when she leaves.
I grab a spoon and head to my room, too lazy to do what she suggested. I only get a fraction of the way through it before my stomach starts to turn and I’m rushing to the bathroom and getting sick.
I drop my head back against the wall with a sigh. “This blows.”
I close my eyes, and I must fall asleep like that because the next thing I know, warm hands are pressing against my forehead.
My eyes peel open, and I blink tiredly into a pair of worried brown eyes.
“Hey, Cammie Baby,” he whispers, stretching past me and turning on the shower.
“Hey, Big Guy.” I smile weakly, reaching up to touch him but then recoiling when I remember my hand was all over the toilet bowl.
He chuckles lightly and wedges himself beside me on the floor, pulling off my socks.
It feels heavenly, and I sigh, closing my eyes again.
“How long you been sitting here?” he murmurs, pushing my hair from my forehead.
I shrug against the wall.
“You take anything yet?”
“Tylenol last night.”
There’s another shuffle, and when I open my eyes, he’s walking out.
A few minutes later, he’s back with a water bottle and a little plastic cup with something purple in it.
“No…”
“Yes,” he says sternly. “It’ll help.”
“But, Daddy, no.” I whine some more.
Brady chuckles again, and a small smile pulls at my lips. “Keep it up, Hellcat. I’m not above a good ass-smacking.”
“I bet you’re not,” I tease. “I bet it’s one of your favorite things in bed.”
“Wouldn’t know,” he mumbles under his breath, but then he looks up with a grin, and it makes mine grow, my head hanging to the side a bit. “This is how I thought Sunday morning last week would go, but you haven’t even been drinking and you’re puking.”
“I didn’t get sick that night.”
“I know. I was there,” he replies. “Thought for sure you’d be praying to the porcelain god by dawn.”
“Meh.” I shrug, and my eyes drink in the sight of him as he bends again, holding the nasty-ass liquid in front of my face. “I wasn’t even that drunk.”
His eyes snap up to mine, narrowing, searching. “No?”
What is it you’re looking for?
I shake my head, and he holds my stare a moment.
I pull in a lungful of air and cringe, looking at the offending liquid.
“All right.” He pushes closer. “Come on, girl. I’ve got water right here, but you need to take this, and you need to hold it down.”
I groan, about to push him away when his eyes harden.
Why is it hot?
That’s weird, right?
My mouth opens, ready for him to pour what he wishes inside.
OMG. Okay.
Do not picture his pierced dick while he’s about to slide something warm into your mouth.
Thank fuck for my fever, as I’m pretty sure my cheeks are on literal fire.
“You good?” he asks worriedly.
I nod, and he tips the cup into my mouth.
I choke down the liquid, accepting the water he offers quickly. With a groan, I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why is that shit so nasty?”
He doesn’t respond, just nods, staring at my mouth, a small, almost prideful smile tugging at his lips as he processes that I did as he asked. “Okay, next is a shower. Can you stand up?”
I nod, holding my hand out, and he tows me up gently, his arm going around my back to steal a quick hug.
I close my eyes, breathing him in, but he pulls away too quickly, and my lungs feel a little shorted.
“Climb in, but don’t turn the water any hotter. You need to cool down a little.”