Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The doors to my room pushed open and my doctor appeared, smiling at me as he came.
His eyes took in the laptop in my lap, as well as the phone to my ear, and he frowned.
“All right, man,” I said with a sigh. “I’m about to get sprung. You decide to tell me what I’m missing, I’d love it.”
Trace hung up laughing.
I hung up pissed off.
Which didn’t bode well for the doctor when he told me he wanted me to stay another night.
“No,” I refused. “I’m not running a fever, I have a very mild concussion, and I have shit to do that doesn’t include me staying here.”
“It’s okay, Ross.” Another man pushed through my open hospital door. “I’m taking him home with me tonight.”
Layton Trammel.
I’d know that pretty face anywhere.
I wonder if he knew that I wasn’t going to be sprung today without supervision.
Did he have anything to do with this or was it all his daughter’s doing?
The questions that sprang to mind nearly made my head spin.
Did he recognize me? Did he know that his girl and I were ‘engaged?’
Dr. Ross sighed. “As long as he’s under supervision, I don’t mind him going home.”
I would’ve gone home whether he wanted me to or not…
“He’ll be with me, and my girl. My girl is exceptionally worried about him,” Layton drawled, his eyes coming to me.
I felt like an oily hand had just run down my arm, causing the hair on my arm to be rubbed the wrong way.
Yay.
I got to spend time with my worst enemy. The enemy. And the icing on the cake was that he has no fucking clue that I was someone he knew.
As if he’d fucked over so many people that I wasn’t even on his radar any longer.
It was goddamn annoying, was what it was.
Common decency would’ve been him at least remembering nearly taking a man’s ability to reproduce.
To give the man credit, though, I’d changed a lot from that little grunt that I’d been as a new recruit. The one he’d known.
This Rafe, the new Rafe? Nobody knew this Rafe.
And I’d be keeping it that way.
She knows you.
That stray thought felt like a lead anvil hitting me straight in the chest.
Nobody would ever know me like that—which was why I slammed the laptop shut and didn’t bother opening it back up again.
Not for a very long time.
Which was a huge fucking mistake.
Chapter 10
I have the patience of a saint. Saint Cunt McFuckoff.
-Coffee Cup
Rafe
Three weeks later
I went home to what should have been my empty house and instead found the she-devil standing at my door.
She had a baking dish in her hands, and she was smiling at me with a smile so white and bright that it was blinding.
I really, really disliked her.
But, after talking to Trace, I realized that I’d been working a job.
She was part of that job.
Lucky for me I’d been sharing my findings with Trace, otherwise, I’d be just as lost here with him as I was with the Janie girl.
The Janie girl that nobody seemed to want to tell me about.
It’d been a long three weeks, and still, to this day, I’d gotten nothing out of my friend.
Why, I couldn’t quite figure, but even Trace—my old good friend—wouldn’t say a word.
And when I asked, he’d give me the same spiel he’d given me the first time. “You’ll know when you’re meant to know, and not a moment before.”
The doctors had told me not to push my memory.
I’d remember when I remembered and pushing could actually set my recovery back even further.
Which I thought was a crock of shit, but again, I wasn’t the expert. Or, at least, that was what Trace kept telling me.
“Whatcha got there?” I called as I put the kickstand up on my bike.
Yes, I’d ridden the bike home in the middle of a rainstorm.
Seemed only fair
Angelina She-Devil Jolie, also known as Elspeth Trammel, smiled sweetly at me. “Pecan pie.”
Gross.
I grimaced and tried to give her a smile, but I couldn’t hack it.
“I’m sorry, Elspeth, but I’m not feeling all that well…” and I wasn’t. “I’m gonna have to take a shower and maybe go to bed. Can we do dinner tomorrow to make up for it?”
Elspeth frowned and scooted closer, bringing the smell of her disgusting pie with her.
The feeling of her hand on my hand felt like poison on my skin.
I’d watched a movie the night before on my phone during a stakeout of the Trammel residence, and a certain scene came to mind. The main two characters that were running for their lives through the woods and were being complete dumbasses about it.
They should’ve stayed where they were because they had protection at their backs, weapons at their fronts, light so they could see and strength in their numbers. But they decided to split up, two and two. Then they all ran into the fucking woods where it was dark, split up, and never once thought about looking up with their flashlights.