Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Harper holds up the little orange canister, popping the lid with her thumb, and as she tips one tiny pill into the palm of her hand, I push off the wall, ready to join her. Only she immediately drops the pill into the sink before turning on the tap and watching the little sucker disappear out of sight.
I pause, my back stiffening as I stare at my woman.
Did I really just see her do that? There’s no fucking way that Harper just washed her meds down the drain. Maybe I’m the one who’s seeing things, because I know damn well that she wouldn’t be so reckless with her medication.
What the fuck is she trying to achieve? I thought she was doing better. I thought we were making progress, but to do this? Fuck. I’ve never felt so lost in my life. How the hell am I supposed to help her? Do I confront her? Push her into more therapy? Take her to meet with Dr. Carzy?
I’ve got no fucking idea. I’m out of my depth here.
As Harper gets back to dancing in the kitchen, I make a subtle noise before finally making my way over to her, watching as she turns around and hits me with a beaming smile that knocks the fucking air right out of my lungs.
“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are today?”
“Only five or six times,” she teases. “But you can tell me again.”
I laugh and pull her into my arms before pressing a kiss to her lips. “You’re fucking ravishing.”
“Damn straight,” she murmurs against my lips as I reach around her and steal her coffee right off the counter and take a well-needed hit.
“Hey,” she scolds, smacking my chest before reaching for the thermos, only I hold it out of reach and drink some more while turning away, knowing damn well she can’t reach. Only the little she-devil clambers up onto the counter and throws herself onto my back, snatching the half-empty coffee right out of my hands. “You’re an asshole.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, doll,” I say, backing up to the counter so that she can drop her ass onto it. She slides down my back, and the moment she’s comfortably seated, I turn around, standing between her perfect thighs as I reach for the coffeepot and start refilling her thermos. “How’re you feeling today?”
“Good,” she says before a cheesy grin rips across her face. “Excited.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“Is it wrong to feel excited to go back to work after what happened there?”
I shake my head. “Don’t feel guilty for loving your job,” I tell her. “Your work didn’t murder Dr. McKullan and Anders. Elias did. You can be excited for your day and thrilled to be doing what you love, but that doesn’t mean you can’t also feel your feels. Be sad when you need to be. Think of him when you need. Ask yourself what he would have done if you get stuck. But don’t you dare feel guilty for loving the job you’ve worked your ass off for.”
Harper nods and leans into me, gently pressing her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Morticia.”
“Ooh, Morticia this morning. What did I do to deserve that? Usually, you hit me with doll first thing in the morning.”
“Can’t help it, not when you’re dressed in these sexy little scrubs.”
Harper rolls her eyes. “There’s nothing sexy about these scrubs.”
“We’re going to have to agree to disagree on that one.”
Harper pretends to choke as I make my way around the kitchen, getting everything ready for my day and stealing just one more sip of coffee from her thermos. “Was that your meds alarm that went off earlier?”
“Gee, you don’t miss a thing, Officer. Are you sure you’re not a detective?” I give her a hard stare, and she lets out a low sigh. “Yes, that was my alarm, and yes, I had my meds. I’m still a functioning person of society. Happy now?”
Wow. So that’s what she looks like when she lies directly to my face. I’ll take note.
Stepping back into her, I take her chin and lift it until those dazzling eyes are locked on mine, and while I could call her on her bullshit and demand to know what the fuck is going on, I don’t want to back her into a corner just yet. “Ecstatic,” I tell her.
She grins at me, but I see the slight tightening in her eyes, letting me know that something is off. “Do you have to go now, or do you have a few minutes?” Harper asks; that tightening in her eyes now almost looks like pure panic.
“I’ve got a minute,” I say, bracing my hands on either side of her thighs as I watch her, wondering if she’s about to give me all the answers I’ve been looking for without needing to put her through an interrogation. “What’s up? Everything okay?”