Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Cute as fuck, and sexy as hell, especially on her.
Once I’d managed to finagle her panties up her legs and over her hips, I found a tank top that that would expose her back in the top drawer where I knew she kept her work clothes, and slipped it on over her head.
It was all incredibly hard to do seeing as she was like a limp noodle, but I managed well enough.
Her skin was blazing hot to the touch as I picked her up in my arms and carried her to her door.
It didn’t keep me from stopping to look at the cat I’d bought for July the week before we’d called it quits.
“Jesus,” I said, staring at the supersized cat that was sitting in the middle of the hallway that led to the living room. “You’ve gotten fat as fuck.”
The cat blinked lazily at me, then got up from his perch at the mouth of the hall and walked past me to the bedroom, not sparing me another glance.
“Don’t talk about my baby like that,” July muttered quietly. “He gets his feelings hurt easily.”
I snorted and started down the hall, stopping when I reached the end because the couch was directly in front of the pathway.
Grabbing her purse that was on the back of the couch, I tucked it tight into the arm that was bracing her back, and moved around the couch to the door.
The purse felt like it weighed nearly eighty pounds, making me stop for a second to readjust our positions.
“What do you have in this thing?” I asked her. “Bricks?”
“Tools,” she muttered. “Didn’t want to forget them.”
I huffed a laugh as I juggled the chain off the door, bringing my knee up to support her bottom as I did.
Once the chain was off, I toed the door open with my foot, blinking when I found Tai not a foot from my face.
“Jesus,” I grumbled. “You couldn’t have opened the door instead of standing there like a fuckin’ creeper?”
Tai blinked, then snorted a laugh under his breath.
“Need help?” he asked.
“Purse,” I said, jiggling it at him from my grip against her back.
He took it and I walked out, making sure not to bump her head on the door frame as I went.
“Hit the lights,” I told him. “Oh, and make sure that fat bastard inside has some food and water in case she’s not back for a couple of days.”
“Planning on keeping her?” Tai teased as he disappeared into the depths of July’s apartment.
“Yes,” I confirmed, even though he didn’t hear me.
Walking down the dark and creepy hallway, I headed straight for the ambulance where all of the guys and Naomi were crowded around.
The moment they saw the state of July, they all jumped into action.
All but Naomi, who stared at me like I’d betrayed her.
I ignored her as I walked to the back doors that Bowe had opened for me.
“She’s going to kill you for bringing her out here naked,” Bowe offered as he stepped to the side.
“She’s not naked,” I said as I took one step onto the back bumper of the ambulance, and then ducked as I walked hunched over until I could place her on the cot.
I made sure to keep her on her side as I pulled some gloves from the box in front of me and slipped them over my hands.
“Need me to do something?” Drew asked as he followed me inside.
I nodded my head.
“Take her vitals while I start an IV and get some fluids in her,” I ordered.
Naomi took a seat at the head of the bus and watched us working together just as we’d done a hundred thousand times.
Which we had. We were a well-oiled machine.
I had that with all the guys.
That was the good thing about being a firefighter on a team such as this. I didn’t have to worry about anything. I knew they’d always have my back, and I knew they could handle themselves. Especially when it came to the health of my woman.
Fuck!
I threw the brakes on at that thought, my eyes closing in annoyance.
The sight of July laying there limply, eyes closed and burning up from a fever was burned into the back of my eyelids, so it did no good to shut them. She was still there.
Fuck, who was I kidding? It didn’t matter what I did. She was always there. In my dreams. In my waking moments.
In my fuckin’ head twenty-four goddamn seven.
“You want me to spike the bag?” Booth offered from my side.
I handed him the bag and moved up to the head, the side of my legs nearly touching Naomi’s, and leaned forward so I was face to face with July.
“You still asleep?” I asked her, leaning forward.
I had a feeling she was awake but too exhausted to move.