Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Ivy’s hand rubs up and down my chest, as if she’s soothing both of us.
“Babe, did you already forget my phone call? With my boss? Three minutes ago?” She frowns. “Do we need more testing on your head?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “No, smart-ass, I didn’t forget. But you’re only picking up one day a week. You can be in Denver with me the other six days.”
“How long will you be in Colorado?” she asks.
“Could be a couple of weeks. And if you think I’ll be without you for that long, you don’t know me at all. Clingy, remember?”
That makes her laugh, and I can’t resist leaning down to kiss her perfect lips.
“You are pretty clingy. We’ll figure it out. It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway.”
“What is?”
“Us living in two places. Me here and you in Denver.”
I’m already shaking my head, but my phone rings again, and I answer when I see it’s my dad.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, buddy, I hate to bug you, but I can’t reach Tuck. I think I should go to the doctor.”
“I’m on my way.” I run out of the gym and down the hallway to the stairs. “I need ten to change my clothes and I’ll be in the car. What’s going on?”
“Blood sugar, of course. Fucking diabetes.”
“Do you need an ambulance?”
“No, I’m eating a banana, but I’ve been feeling like shit all morning. I should go see Blake at the clinic.”
I have him on speaker, and I’m already changing, not giving a shit about the sweat. I’ll shower once I make sure my dad is okay.
“I’ll be there in less than fifteen minutes. Do you want to stay on the phone with me, just in case?”
“Probably not a bad idea.”
That means it’s bad. My dad would normally assure me that it’s fine and hang up. This means he’s scared.
Fuck.
Ivy rushes in the room, her eyes round with worry. “What’s going on?”
“My dad needs me,” I tell her as I pause to kiss her forehead.
“I’m coming too,” she announces, already slinging her handbag over her neck. “Come on. I’m driving.”
I frown down at her, but she shakes her head.
“You’re upset. Let’s go.”
“Don’t get upset,” Dad says in my ear. He obviously heard Ivy. “I’m fine, I just shouldn’t drive myself.”
“What’s your sugar level right now?” I ask him, wishing that I had Harper with me because my sister is a nurse and knows way more about this stuff than me.
“Forty-six,” he says.
Fuck, even I know that’s way too low.
“Drink some juice,” I tell him.
“Don’t have any.” His breath sounds choppy. Ivy has already pulled her truck out onto the highway.
“We’re on the way, Dad. Take some breaths for me.”
I feel so fucking helpless.
“I’m not giving birth, son,” Dad says with a chuckle.
“Hey, I’m trying to help here.” I’m glad that he can laugh at a time like this.
Ivy’s driving like a bat out of hell, which is going to earn her an extra orgasm later. Okay, at least six extras.
And I’m going to eat her pussy for dinner.
I’d tell her that, but I’m pretty sure my dad doesn’t want to know.
Finally, she pulls up in front of my dad’s house in town, and I push out of the truck and run to the front door, bound inside, and see Dad sitting in his recliner, the phone at his ear.
“That was fast,” he says as he ends the call. His hands are shaking, so it takes several tries to press the red button on his screen, and he looks sweaty.
“Come on, we’re going to the ER.”
“Just the office,” Dad insists. “This isn’t an emergency.”
“Hey, you called me, so now I’m in charge.” I nod at Ivy, who grabs Dad’s wallet and keys, and then we’re out the front door as I help him walk out to the truck and sit in the back seat with him.
“So, you’re in town between games?” Dad asks me, and Ivy looks at me in the rearview mirror.
“I’m home because I hurt my knee, remember?”
Dad frowns and his eyes blink slowly, and damn it. We’re in Silver Springs, and the closest ER is in Bitterroot Valley. Ivy’s already on the highway headed that way, but it’s a thirty minute drive.
“I have a candy bar,” Ivy says, rummaging through her purse. “Here, Greg. You need some sugar.”
“Don’t want it to get too high,” he mutters. He looks confused.
I fucking hate this. Is this the horror my siblings have to deal with when I’m not here? Jesus Christ.
Ivy’s dialing her phone, I assume calling my family or the hospital, but I’m laser focused on my dad.
And when we finally pull up in front of the ER, Blake and Harper are already here, along with a team of people and a gurney, and I help them get Dad on it and inside.
“Talk to me,” Blake barks as he immediately starts to take Dad’s vitals and we hurry into a room in the ER.