Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“You know who I think you need to talk to?” Aspen asked suddenly. “PD.”
My brows furrowed.
“What?” I asked in confusion. “Why would I talk to him?”
“Because his wife had her arm lopped off with a sword, and she almost lost their child.” She informed me of something I already knew. “If anyone knows what Sean is going through, it’s him. He almost lost her multiple times, and he’s a man. I’m not a man, so I really wouldn’t know what Sean is feeling. I’ve told you all of the things that I would do, and if those aren’t working, then I think you need expert advice.”
I blinked, then nodded my head in understanding.
Putting the phone onto speaker, I thrust it into my bra and stretched my arms up over my head
“That’s true,” I said as I started to clean the blades, gagging slightly when dust fell into my hair. “But I think talking to another man will piss Sean off.”
“It will piss Sean off.”
I squeaked, whipping around, and in the process jolted the ceiling fan, causing every single piece of dust that was left on it to fall to the bed.
My body teetered on the edge of the bed, and he steadied me with two hands on my hips.
It also fell all over me, and I shivered.
“Jesus Christ, Sean,” I gasped, placing my dust rag over my heart. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Why do you need to talk to another man when you have me to talk to?”
Sean’s words stopped me cold.
“I gotta go, Aspen,” I said, dropping the rag to the floor. “Sean just walked in.”
Before Aspen could reply, I fished the phone out of my bra, hit end, and then tossed it to the now dirty bed.
Sean crossed his arms over his sweaty chest, and I swallowed thickly.
The man was gorgeous, even when he was pissed.
And he was pissed. His eyes were hard, his mouth was set in a thin line, and he was breathing heavy despite being in the best shape of any man I knew.
“What are you doing up there?” he asked.
There was so much inferred calm in his tone, and I narrowed my eyes.
“I’m cleaning. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snapped.
His jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth.
Anything that looked even remotely dangerous to the man had him getting this feral ‘you won’t do it’ attitude about him that was seriously getting on my nerves.
“You ready to go?” he asked, staring at me like I was crazy.
I nodded. “Almost. Should I be wearing my boots?”
He shook his head, and I growled. “Sean!”
“What?” he snapped.
“I want to ride your bike with you!”
He was already shaking his head.
“Sean, I’m not spun glass. You can’t treat me like I’m an infant who’s going to fall over and bump her head around every turn. Treat me like an adult! Please!” I cried out, waving my hand with the dust rag around as I spoke, causing dust particles to float in the air around us.
He waved the dust away from his face.
“Naomi…”
I shook my head. “No. Just no. You either let me ride on the back of your bike, or I’m going to stay with my mom for a few days.”
“You will not be going there alone.”
I was done. So fucking done.
“And, in case you forgot, Walton Whitley is in a medical facility with brain damage. He literally can do nothing to me. If I want to drive six hours to my mother’s house, I’ll damn well drive six hours to my mother’s house.”
“We’ll go to your mother’s house this weekend just like we planned,” he growled. “And this has nothing to do with Whitley.”
Yeah, right.
I’d learned over the last four months what, exactly, Sean had done to the man that was my attacker. He’d punched him in the face for what he had done to me.
Since he’d been what they deemed as ‘stable’ when he was in the hospital, he wasn’t wearing as many of the monitors as he had been. So, sometime after Sean had gone in there and punched him in the nose, the man had started to vomit. He’d suffered irreparable brain damage when he choked on his own vomit. Nobody really knew what had happened for sure since he’d been alone.
I doubted that Sean had noticed that he was in any trouble when he’d left.
Not that I would blame Sean for not helping the man, even if he had known.
I wouldn’t have.
Needless to say, the man was in a permanent care facility for inmates, and would be for the rest of his life due to his brain damage suffered from lack of oxygen.
That, I knew, because I’d gone for a visit that Sean still had no clue about and had seen for myself that this man would never be a threat to me again.