Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
So I called out, “Hey, Weaver?”
Weaver wasn’t six-foot-five, but he was close.
And the lesser of two evils.
“Yeah?” He pushed the door open and peeked inside.
“I lied,” I said. “Not only can I not get to my tampon, but I can’t wipe, and I’m pretty sure I can’t stand up. Do you know any females that…”
He pushed the door open all the way, slipped inside, and closed it behind him.
“I’ve had my tongue inside you,” he pointed out. “I’m fairly sure that I can help with the tampon thing. And the wiping thing. Tell me what to do.”
So I did.
And he handled it like a champ.
I, on the other hand, was thoroughly embarrassed by the time he had me walking back into the room.
“One time, I broke both of my arms in high school just like yours, and I had to have my dad wipe my ass for six weeks every time I went poop.”
“Really?”
“Well, not exactly all six weeks. It was actually more like a week and a half, but then my mom had the bright idea to get a bidet. Then the toilet washed and dried it for me.” He chuckled. “But he did have to put my clothes on me. Got real up close and personal with my junk.”
“I hope that I can handle the wiping of my ass on my own,” I admitted. “I like you a lot, but if we’re to be married, I don’t want the sparkle to leech out of it too fast.”
He laughed and explained how Nettie had left me in the capable hands of my husband.
And I was right.
The only way for him to get back here was to be family.
Hospital rules were a bitch.
Fifteen
I’ve started investing in stocks. Beef, chicken and vegetable. One day, I hope to be a bouillonaire.
—Text from Weaver to Eddy
Weaver
I woke up to a loud ass purring on my chest.
“Hello, Hyde,” I drawled, wondering if I should chance pushing him off.
He’d probably get pissed AF and claw me.
That’d been what he did last time.
“Your mother is being moved today,” I said. “Maybe we can sneak you in for a little cuddle.”
The cat, a black and gray smoky cat with the eyes of a panther, stared at me with his soulless eyes.
He took offense to my shift in position and left, but not before giving my bedpost a claw.
The devil.
He really was the devil.
The bad thing was, when I’d gotten the cat from Eddy’s house, her furniture hadn’t looked like this.
Maybe he was upset?
I didn’t know, but I did pack him in a black duffel and carry him into the hospital with me an hour later.
He didn’t make much noise until I got him on the same floor as Eddy.
He meowed loudly, and a woman coming onto the elevator frowned and looked around.
Choosing to play dumb, I hurried toward the room that was supposedly now Eddy’s.
When I got inside, it was to find her propped up in the hospital bed with a pillow in her lap, staring at the remote that was at the end of the bed.
She was trying to scooch her toes toward it, and she had a distinctive look of concentration on her face that was honestly quite cute.
The motion of the door opening had her glancing up, and her face lit up. “Weaver!”
“Hey,” I said. “I can’t stay for long. I have to be at work in an hour. But I brought you a little pick-me-up.”
She looked all but ecstatic when she saw the duffel. “Please, please tell me that it’s something food related. The food here tastes like dog food.”
“How do you know what dog food tastes like?” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a saying. You know I don’t know what it tastes like.”
I placed the bag on the bed and the cat inside gave a hiss.
“Oh, my god,” she breathed. “Please tell me that’s Jekyll.”
“Hyde, yeah,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s not that bad.”
I held out my hand, which was covered in claw marks. “Not that bad?”
She bit her lip. “He’s kind of crazy with new people. He’ll get better.”
I snorted and opened the top of the duffel bag.
The cat jumped out and went carefully to Eddy, who was holding her hands out for her kitty to walk into.
Hyde/Jekyll got to her and started purring up a storm, curling himself in on his owner.
“Awww,” Eddy said. “You’re way better than a hamburger.”
I made a mental note to bring her dinner later when I came back.
Just as I was picking up the remote to hand it to her, my phone rang, and I groaned.
“Call out?” She laughed. “How’s this gonna work? You can’t leave Jekyll here.”
I frowned when I saw who was calling.
“I don’t…” I trailed off and answered the call, but didn’t say hello.
“It’s us,” my mom said carefully. “Honey, Bossy is missing.”