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)
“Hey, Tayla. Yes, I can come in.” She paused. “Really?”
After a few more back and forths between them, Aella got up and tossed the phone on the bed.
“All hands on deck, I guess,” she said. “Apparently with everyone out with the flu, they need everyone they can find to come in.”
“You can ride with me,” I grinned.
She flipped on the overhead light and walked to the closet where she pulled out a simple set of black scrubs.
They were unshapely, and I hated them instantly.
Maybe I’d buy her some of the ones that were all the rage now.
I liked them because they were a hell of a lot more pleasant to look at than the scrubs she was wearing now. They defined and were comfortable—at least from what I’d heard.
“Let me brush my teeth and we can go,” she said.
I did, following suit right after her with a toothbrush I’d stolen out of her cabinet.
When we got down to my bike, I mounted and held out my hand for her to follow suit.
My belly clenched when she threw one leg over and sucked herself up to my body.
We’d spent the last few days together, every waking second, and I hadn’t thought things could get any better.
I was wrong.
Having her arms around my belly, and her front pressed up against my back, was definitely one of those moments that I’d remember forever.
I liked the feel of her against me.
I liked that she trusted me enough to get on the back of my bike.
A bike that I’d never had another woman on before in my years of owning it.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” she confirmed, pressing her chin to my shoulder so she could see over.
I started the bike up with a dull roar and set the alarm off on the Cadillac I was parked next to.
She giggled in my ear and then squealed when I took off out of the parking lot.
The ride itself would’ve normally taken us ten minutes, tops.
This time, though, it took nearly double that due to the amount of traffic.
Eventually, I just started to ride on the shoulder passing all of the cars that were backed up.
When we got closer to the exit that we needed, the traffic started to make sense.
Red and blue flashing lights were everywhere, and at the center of those lights were tons of smashed cars blocking all lanes of traffic.
A cop held his hand up and I stopped, albeit reluctantly.
“Need you to not…”
I spoke over him. “We work at the hospital. Got called in for this.”
I gestured at the cars, and the cop nodded. “Stay to the far left. There’s a lot of gas. Don’t want it to ignite.”
I nodded back, then maneuvered the motorcycle through the grass and debris until I got to the other side.
Once we got past that, it was a straight shot right to the hospital.
Instead of going to my usual spot, I drove right up to the entrance and parked off to the side near the bike rack.
Both of us got off and we headed inside at a fast walk.
Without a word, both of us took the stairs, and when we were about to split up I grabbed her hand and said, “See you later?”
Her smile was soft. “Yeah, see you later.”
I watched her walk away, heading up to Dru to ask where she was needed.
I, on the other hand, headed to the board to see where I was going first.
Tayla was standing there with a marker in her hand writing stuff out.
“You’re working on the suspect.”
I turned to her. “Suspect?”
“The man that caused that pile up is in OR three. Young man, twenty-one. Thought it would be the best thing ever to test his new Maserati and see how fast he could make it go. He lost control on the opposite side of seventy-five, then flew over the barriers and crashed into all those cars on the other side. Kid’s got a spleen laceration and that’s it.” She sighed.
I hated working on morons.
There were times that I had to fight the urge to add just a little too much sleeping agent and whoops, he doesn’t come back.
“I’ll get scrubbed in,” I grumbled.
Before I could do that, though, my phone rang for a second time that night.
I answered anyway, placing the phone to my ear as I headed to get scrubbed in.
“Webber, can’t talk very long…”
“You at the hospital?” he asked, sounding…fucked up.
“Yes,” I answered slowly.
“You happen to have a kid come in that caused a pile up?”
Cold started to slither through my body.
“Yes,” I answered quietly.
“Not sure how to tell you this but,” he hesitated. “He killed Laney and Tavi.”
My stomach dropped, and acid started to climb up the length of my esophagus.
“Are you sure?” I rasped.
My mind was just…blank.
“Very,” he said. “Laney got to the hospital. They were able to deliver the baby but…she was too fucked up. Her head was practically smooshed like a pancake. That car landed right on her car and smashed it. Tavi was crushed in the back seat.”