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)
Shoot. Had she put the coffee on last night? She couldn’t remember. But the guys would be up soon and they’d need coffee.
She’d just check that before she went and found Abe.
Cold medicine.
That’s what she needed.
After rustling around in the medicine box, she realized that she hadn’t restocked it. Maybe there would be some in the top cupboard. That was her overflow area.
Normally, she got one of the guys to grab it for her. But she couldn’t be bothered going to find them. So instead, she grabbed one of the counter stools and climbed on it to reach up into the cupboard.
“Uh-huh!” She held up the cold medicine like it was a trophy she’d just won.
“Immy! What the fuck are you doing?” Jenner said from behind her.
She wobbled, taking a step back. Which, in hindsight, was a really dumb idea. Her foot met air and her backside would have met the tile floor if Jenner hadn’t leaped forward and caught her.
“Fuck, Immy!” he said, gaping down at her as he held her in his arms. “You could have fallen.”
“Pretty sure I did fly. Wee! Through the air!” She started to giggle. And she had no idea why.
“Immy, what’s wrong? Shit. Are you sick?”
“Ding-ding-ding! Jenner gets a prize. That’s why I had to get the cold medicine. Think I might have an incy-wincy cold. Nothing to be worried about.”
Jenner sat her on the counter.
Boo. The counter was cold on her bare legs and she’d much rather be in his arms.
“I’m sorry the counter is cold on your legs and I’ll carry you up to bed soon, okay?” he said in a quiet, soothing voice.
“Can you . . . are you magic? Can you read my mind?” she asked. “When did you get this power and why didn’t you tell me?”
“Baby, you’re broadcasting your every thought,” he told her as he moved away.
She was?
Where was he going? Was he leaving her? Oh no, he was leaving her. This was terrible.
“I’m not leaving you, Twinkles,” he told her.
“You can read minds. That’s a very scary power to have. What am I thinking right now?”
Get me some chocolate milk.
“You’re not having chocolate milk,” he told her firmly as he returned with the thermometer. “Open up.”
“Magic,” she whispered hoarsely. Then she cleared her throat. Why was her throat so sore?
“I’ll take a look at your throat soon, baby,” he replied. “Just open up so I can take your temperature, okay?”
“Okie-dokie-lemon-spokie. Then can I have chocolate milk?”
“We’ll see,” he replied. “Open.”
That sucked. ‘We’ll see’ always meant no. Why was Jenner being so mean to her?
“I’m sorry you think I’m being mean. But you do need to open your mouth for me.”
“Okay. Why didn’t you just ask? Sheesh, I’m not a mind reader like you.”
“My bad,” he said dryly.
She nodded. Then she opened her mouth. Because Immy was a good girl who always did what she was told. And she’d smack anyone who said differently.
Okay, she might also get slightly violent when she was running a fever.
But it was nothing to worry about.
“What’s going on?” Abe asked as he walked into the room. He had on his running gear.
“Immy isn’t feeling well. I caught her standing on the stool to reach the extra medicine above the fridge. When I walked in, she nearly fell.”
Hey, that wasn’t fair.
She’d only nearly fallen because he’d startled her.
She waited for his rebuttal, but he didn’t say anything.
Ahh, it seemed he’d lost his ability to read minds.
“Here we go, Immy,” he said as he drew out the thermometer. “Yep, she’s got a fever. Quite a high one.”
“I don’t feel so good,” she said, holding her arms out to Jenner. “Carry me.”
“Of course, baby.” He lifted her onto his hip and she snuggled her face into chest. “I’m going to take her upstairs and put her back to bed. We might need Eric.”
“Nooo,” she groaned. Darn it. Why was her throat so sore and croaky? “No bed. No Eric. Wanna swim.”
“That’s definitely not happening,” Abe told her firmly, grasping hold of her chin. “She’s very pale and her eyes are glassy. Could just be the flu, though.”
“Yes, but with Immy that can turn bad quickly.”
Abe nodded.
“Jenny, want a swim,” she grumbled.
“Uh-uh, just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you get to call me that.”
“But I like that nickname. You call me Twinkles.”
“Twinkles is cute. Jenny is not cute.”
“Are you sure? Because you’re cute.” She leaned back and then booped his nose. “Cute. Cute. Cute.”
“What’s going on?” Sampson asked as he strode into the kitchen dressed in running gear. “Why are you carrying Immy? And why is she poking you in the nose?”
“I’m carrying her because she’s ill and needs to go to bed. Why she’s poking me in the nose . . . well, I have no idea, to be honest.”
“I’m booping him. It’s a cute nose and it needs to be booped.”