Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“You ready for your medication?” Holly’s voice interrupted the moment as she stood in the doorway. Landon narrowed his eyes at her full makeup and expertly fixed hair. When she finally came strolling farther inside the room, you’d have thought she belonged on an armed-forces fashion runway.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Dr. Adams said, getting to his feet, seemingly ignoring Holly completely. “If you’re up for more bad reading, I can swing by this evening.”
“That’d be great, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.” Maybe his manners were a little more intact than he thought. Landon absolutely wanted to hear more, and he definitely wanted the doctor’s company. This had been the best few hours he’d spent in a very long time.
“I don’t feel obligated. I’ll see you later.”
Landon got an absently given over the shoulder nod and Dr. Adams was gone from his room.
“He’s been in here for almost three hours. His voice is amazing.” Holly gushed. What made no sense was the calming of the commotion always beating against his brain. His inner badass, the part about him that continually churned with chaos and needed an outlet, the same part that had been responsible for this hospital stay, had settled down around Dr. Adams.
“You’re difficult. Open up.” The small pill cup rattled in front of his face, drawing his attention back to the here and now. Landon opened his mouth without questioning every medication she held out for him. Maybe whatever he was taking would knock him out so he could stop the flow of questions starting to race through his head.
Chapter 3
“Two questions. Are you interested in some company and have you had dinner?” Dr. Adams asked, coming through the door of Landon’s room carrying a tray of covered dishes.
The man was a welcome sight. The sour mood plaguing Landon immediately dissolved. His bad attitude had developed from being forced to sit in this damn bed, feeling very much out of place, trapped with nothing to do. Landon was bored off his ass. Shockingly, his already terrible day had been made worse by the horrible tasteless meal they’d tried to serve him for dinner.
Whatever look he had on his face caused Dr. Adams to lift his brows and flash that sexy motherfucking grin, instantly having a sedative effect on Landon which made him lower his brow and consider such a visceral reaction.
“What’s bothering you more? The food or the being tied to the bed?”
Landon used his good hand to shift his current dinner tray to the side, wanting more than anything to dramatically send it flying across the room in a show of his disgust and frustration. Good thing he’d matured over the last few years because there was damn sure a time in his life he would have done that very thing.
“Equal irritants.”
“I figured as much.” Dr. Adams pushed the tray he’d brought in front of Landon while, at the same time, efficiently removing the one the hospital had given him. “There’s reasons why they’re giving you certain foods, but I think we can do better. Here, how’s this?” The doctor lifted the lid on the two plates he’d brought. One looked delicious. The other looked okay for healthy food—a large salad and a big serving of sliced fruit. In his heart, he knew that one was his. “I also read through your file. You’re stuck in a room by yourself because you’ve been a bit of a rabble-rouser while here. Know anything about that?”
There couldn’t have been a more perfect diversion for his thoughts. “You offering me food to get the inside track?” His grin broadened when Dr. Adams lifted his brows at such a cocky answer and reached for the salad and fruit plate. His heart soared that the Salisbury steak plate had been left for him. “Hey, thanks for this. I really am going stir crazy.”
“You’re welcome. I cut the meat into bite size pieces before I came in. You’re going to have to drink the juice so I don’t get into too much trouble.” He saw the small container of dark brown liquid and didn’t need to read the packaging to know for sure it was prune juice, understanding better what it was for.
He crinkled his nose and reached for the silverware, pushing the cup to the edge of the tray. “I took care of that today, Doc.”
“I didn’t see it in your chart,” Dr. Adams said, taking a big bite of the almost dry salad. In no world could Landon see that tasting good. He picked up his fork, scooping up a bite of the steak and mashed potatoes before the doctor changed his mind and tried to share his food.
“Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” he replied, taking his first bite. Salt had to be the most underrated seasoning on the planet. Man, it tasted good. After swallowing, he reached for his glass of water, giving a nod toward the food. “Thanks for this.”