Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Except, when I got outside, my car was gone.
What.
The.
Fuck.
My mother had gotten out and decided to steal my car!
Anger seethed in my belly, and instead of calling the cops like I probably should have, I stomped back inside, pissed as all hell that I couldn’t go thank Chevy.
And even more pissed because now I had to deal with my mother again tomorrow.
Stupidly, I hadn’t thought that she would stoop that low to steal a car and I hadn’t put anything in the car to be able to find it on the off chance that she stole it.
Meaning, I was boned.
I slept like shit all night as I tried to come up with a plan of action.
Oh, and tried to figure out how in the hell I was going to get to work.
The bus.
That was my only option.
It wasn’t like I could afford a ride share.
In my new shoes and my threadbare scrubs that were castoffs from some other nurse that hated the way they felt, I headed downstairs in my new shoes.
But not even my mother stealing my car would be enough to dampen the feeling that I had running through me at the thought of standing on clouds all day.
I was so lost in thought that I nearly walked right past my car.
I froze at the sight of the faded red paint, then backed up and frowned.
“What in the…” I said as I walked toward it and touched it to make sure that I hadn’t just made the entire damn thing up.
Was it a dream?
I looked down at my shoes and nope, those were still there.
Maybe I’d just been delusional last night when I’d come out, exhausted from a long day at work and a sleepless night before that thinking about Chevy and him bringing me cake and pizza.
Maybe…
I got into the car and started it up, fully expecting it to be dead like it always was.
But…
I frowned at the sound of not only the engine starting up with a soft rumble, but the lack of any other noise.
The car wasn’t making that weird ticking sound that it always made.
Nor had I had to jump the car off by pushing it.
What in the…
Fourteen
You let them shenan once, you’ll let them shenanigan.
—Text from Aella to Chevy
CHEVY
I was sick as a fucking dog.
So sick, in fact, that I’d called into work for the first time ever.
I was pissed, too, because I just knew that Aella would come in breathing fire for not only stocking her fridge, but buying her shoes and then stealing her vehicle.
Though, she might not have known about the stealing her vehicle thing.
I’d been able to get it from her after she’d gotten off work and return it before she left for work.
Or, more accurately, Copper had.
I’d tried to do all the work with him, but at some point through the night, I’d gone from slightly feeling bad to fully feeling bad.
I was fully aware as a doctor that I could get the fuckin’ flu in the middle of the damn summer, but I hadn’t really expected it to happen.
I blamed my nieces.
Catalina had gone to the doctor because she hadn’t been feeling well, and I’d then had lunch with her immediately after.
It was only discovered later that she had the flu, but at that point it was too late for me. I’d already been exposed.
Sadly, I was the only one in the family besides Catalina that got it.
Which I guess worked out because Catalina needed to be taken care of by her parents, and that wouldn’t happen as easily if they were both sick, too.
Needless to say, I was running a fever, had chills from hell, and was mad.
Three very horrible combinations.
By noon, I’d done nothing but become nauseous because of the rocking of the house underneath me.
Now was one of those times that I questioned why the fuck I lived out on a houseboat on the lake.
I felt so bad, in fact, that I was heading for my truck by two, no longer able to take the rocking anymore.
I somehow drove myself to the clubhouse and managed to grab a donut that was sitting there as well as a couple of bottles of water before heading to my room.
I cranked the heat up to seventy-five and crawled under the covers fully clothed, closing my eyes minutes later and falling into a deep sleep.
It was the raucous laughter and the music that woke me up next.
The bass pounded my skull, and I would’ve gotten up to shut it off if I had the energy.
I was lying there, contemplating opening a bottle of water and snacking on the stale donut when the bass suddenly stopped, giving me immediate relief.
Kind of.
My head still felt like it was filled with cotton, and I was fairly sure that I needed some more meds, but the bass wasn’t making me feel like I was going to explode anymore so…win.