Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Whoa. Wait! Slade, stop!” she cried.
He came to a stop and stared down at her, one eyebrow raised. “Yes?”
“You are not selling your penthouse and moving us into a hotel,” she told him.
“Why not?” Slade asked. “This place obviously brings up bad memories for you.”
“Yes, but just because it holds bad memories for me doesn’t mean you should get rid of it. It’s your home.”
“It’s only our home if you’re happy there. And you’re not,” Slade told her seriously.
“I don’t . . . you can’t . . . that’s crazy!”
“Why?” Spencer asked. “You’re going to be living there. We want you to live somewhere that you’re comfortable.”
“You do know that this is a temporary thing, right?” she asked, glancing around them all.
Once more, Rock wasn’t looking at her, and Quaid seemed to have removed himself from the conversation. So she focused on Slade and Spencer.
“I’m not living here forever.”
Slade frowned slightly. “We’ll see.”
What was there to see? She’d cramp his style with his girlfriend if she moved in with them. They’d all get girlfriends eventually, right?
So she didn’t get what Slade meant. But it didn’t really matter, either. Because she was growing more and more tired.
And sore.
She just wanted to go to bed and rest.
“Slade, I don’t want to go to a hotel. I’m okay. Really. I don’t want you to sell this place or do anything rash. I just had a . . . moment.”
He stared down at her. “You’re probably just saying that to make us feel better.”
“I’m really not. I will be fine here. Better than fine. I just want to get into bed. I’m tired and sore.”
“You won’t be able to take care of her as well in a hospital,” Quaid pointed out.
She noticed he didn’t include himself in that statement. He didn’t want to take care of her?
Well, cool.
That wasn’t hurt she felt. Why would she be hurt by that? She didn’t want Quaid to take care of her. She’d never want him to do something he didn’t want to do.
Thankfully, Slade saw reason and carried her into the penthouse. She’d been here a few times before the incident with Billy. She just needed to think about those times.
Rather than set her down on the sofa in the living room, Slade carried her down the hallway.
Toward their bedrooms.
She’d never actually been down here before.
Spencer moved ahead and opened a door. “Ta-da!”
She gaped in surprise at the gorgeous room as Slade carried her into it. The walls were a pale gray and there were splashes of pastel pink, gray, and cream everywhere. From the cream bed cover to the pink throw and gray cushions. There was a large bed with so many cushions on it that she immediately wanted to sink into them. Two cream night stands were on either side of the bed and a large cream-colored rocking chair in the corner.
“There’s a bathroom through here,” Spencer said, pointing to one door. “And the other door over there has a walk-in closet. My bedroom is on the left, Slade’s is to the right and Rock’s is across from yours while Quaid’s is next to Rock’s.
“This bedroom is enormous. Are they all this size?” she asked.
“This is the main suite,” Slade told her as Spencer quickly drew back the covers and Slade set her down.
“The main suite is your guest suite?” she asked.
“No,” Slade said. “The main suite is your room. You’re not a guest.”
She wasn’t?
Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She really wasn’t sure.
Slade tucked her in and she sunk back into the cushions with a sigh.
“I’ll go get you some water and a snack,” Spencer said. “You’ll need painkillers soon. I’ll need to write up a schedule . . .” He was muttering to himself about her care as he left the room.
Rock stepped silently out after running his gaze over her. Quaid had disappeared.
Which didn’t hurt at all.
Nope.
“He’s taking this nurse thing seriously,” she attempted to joke with Slade.
“As he should. We’re taking everything serious when it comes to you, Boo.”
Right.
Good to know.
27
“I’ve filled the bedside drawer with all the things I thought you might need,” Spencer said. He opened the drawer and started pulling things out. “Eye mask and ear plugs. Rock snores.”
“He does?” she asked.
“Uh-huh and he gets really grouchy when you try to roll him over so don’t do it. Last time I ended up with a black eye.”
“Didn’t he also punch you for trying to feed him with a choo-choo train?” she asked.
“I’m abused, Princess. I really am,” he said dramatically.
She giggled. Then she quickly stopped herself. What was she doing?
She shouldn’t be laughing at anything he said.
“You’re withdrawing again,” Spencer said sadly.
After she’d woken from a nap, Spencer had brought her in some biscuits and a cup of tea.
Nectar of the gods.
Honestly, there was nothing better than a chocolate biscuit and a cup of tea.