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)
Which wasn’t easy when nearly two days had passed since he’d last seen her.
He’d woken up yesterday morning and gone looking for her only for Sampson to completely block him, telling him that she was sick and that he wasn’t needed at the moment.
That was it.
That was all that bastard had told him.
All any of them had said.
Well, he wasn’t taking that anymore. He snuck through the backdoor of the house after turning off the alarm. Then he turned it back on and started to move to the stairs. Isaiah would be in his room, no doubt. Abe was out; he’d seen him leave about thirty minutes ago.
That just left Sampson and Jenner.
Tobias walked up the stairs and headed toward Immy’s room. He knew exactly which steps to take and which ones to avoid.
This wasn’t his first rodeo. He’d figured that all out on the first day he’d been here. This also wasn’t his first time sneaking up to check on Immy. Yeah, he’d be in a lot of trouble if he was caught.
But he didn’t intend on getting caught so that fact was moot.
It was late, well after eleven. Which did make him wonder where Abe was going.
Then again, Abe wasn’t actually his concern.
Immy was.
He had to turn off the motion lights that Jenner seemed to have had installed everywhere. They made his job of getting to her room undetected harder.
Tobias quietly slid open her door.
Hmm. There was no one in here? That was unexpected. But he was glad. Tobias moved over to the bed. There was a nightlight on, which gave him enough light to take her in.
He sat on the armchair next to her bed. He couldn’t stay, unfortunately. He fully expected one of the guys would be back soon. They wouldn’t leave her alone for long.
Reaching over, he placed his hand on the back of her head. She felt warm. He frowned, not liking this at all. Everyone seemed very worried about her. Was this more than just the flu? They’d even gotten the doctor here to check on her. He was some kind of friend of theirs. Tobias knew there had to be stuff that they weren’t telling him.
Yep. He didn’t like not knowing everything about her.
He moved his fingers to take her pulse, noting that there was a thermometer and a blood pressure machine on the bedside table.
“Toby?” she whispered.
Toby? No one called him Toby. Not even his mother.
“Tobias, sweetness.”
“Immy likes Toby. What Immy wants, she gets.”
He raised his eyebrows at that statement. “Is that so?”
“It is so.” She nodded her head, then winced. “Immy gots a headache.”
“Do you always talk about yourself in the third person when you’re ill?”
“Immy does not do that. Pass me some water.”
Okay, so she got some leniency because she wasn’t feeling well, but not so much that she thought she didn’t have to use her manners.
“Excuse me? What do you say?”
“Um, pass me some water, Toby.”
“I don’t think so.” He put his hands on his hips as he glared down at her. “What about your manners?”
“Ohh. Those,” she said dismissively.
“Yes, those, Little girl.”
“Immy isn’t a Little girl. She’s a goddess. A sexy, gorgeous god-god-goddess!” she sneezed loudly. “Oops. Need a tissue.”
“Immy can be a goddess and a Little girl. Also, just because she is a goddess does not mean that she can get away without using her manners.” He grabbed hold of a couple of tissues and used them to wipe her nose. “So what do you say?”
“Thank you, Toby.”
“Thank you, Tobias. Or thank you, Papa. Thank you, Toby is not happening.”
She sighed. “I tolds you, I’m not a Little.”
Really? Because she was sounding and acting very Little right now.
“I think that’s a conversation we really need to have another day.” He grabbed the glass of water which had a metal straw sticking out of it. Then he held the straw to her lips. She sucked on it and sighed, smacking her lips when she was finished.
“Good, sweetness?”
“Yeppers.” She slumped back on the pillows. “Immy tired now.”
“I can see that. Does Immy know what’s wrong with her?” he asked carefully. He wasn’t sure how much she would remember of this conversation so he had to watch what he said.
“Immy got the flu. Eric said. Don’t like Eric. Likes to stick things up Immy’s bottom.”
“He what?” he half-yelled. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
“She’s talking about a thermometer. And some medicine. And it’s not that he likes to do it, Immy,” Jenner said, walking into the bedroom. He eyed Tobias with interest. “It’s easier on her stomach. Sometimes, her body rejects oral medication when she’s ill.”
“Yeah, but what’s with the thermometer in the bottom?” Immy muttered as she snuggled under the covers. “There’s no need for it, I tell ya! No need! It’s like he taked plea-plea-pleasure . . . achoo . . . in sticking things in my bottom.”