Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“I’m going to get his fingerprints, Indy. I’d feel better with a background check. If he’s in the system, I can get a name, date of birth and such.”
“I’m okay with that. He’s trying to wake up, though. I’ve started slowing down on the sedation meds. I was giving him some stuff to keep him from moving a lot and let his body heal. I’ve slacked off after he showed signs of coming around. So, if you’re going to do it, you better do it while you can. He may not be willing to give you permission otherwise.”
“Lead the way, Doc,” Carson says. I grin, shaking my head. I don’t exactly like having strangers in my house. There’s something about Jeff, however, that puts me at ease. I don’t know what he’s been through, but apparently pain recognizes pain, because I can tell just from the shadows in his gaze that he’s hurting as bad as I am—in places we never want others to see.
I head toward the house, wishing Breaker—or whatever his real name is—would wake up and go back to where he came from. I need my quiet life back.
Chapter 4
Breaker
Three Days Later
“Jeff? I fixed supper. Why don’t you come grab a bite with all of us?”
“Come eat with me!” I hear the little girl named Tinny exclaim. I’ve been like this for a few days. I can hear them, but I can’t make myself wake up completely. It’s getting better. Today, I feel a lot more alert. I’m pretty sure I moved my hand a couple of times. I can’t open my eyes to see, but I could feel my fingers. I’m trying not to panic because I can’t wake up. I’m also jealous that some other man is eating with Indy and Tinny. I listen to them anytime I can. Jeff never says anything. His phone rings occasionally. He talks to someone and lets them know I haven’t woken up yet. I don’t know who he’s reporting to. It’s even more frustrating that I can’t ask. He’s had two calls that he just let ring. I found that strange, but maybe it’s a telemarketer. Maybe this guy spends his days online shopping with his phone as contact and gets spam calls often. He sure as hell doesn’t seem to do anything else. I think I’ve even heard him snore a few times. If this is the kind of men Indy surrounds herself with, she needs someone to watch over her.
Their voices are distant now. I hear Indy tell Tinny that Iva is doing some filing and minding the phones in her clinic. It’s obvious they’ve moved into another room. Eventually, all I really hear is laughter—Indy’s in particular. Their words, though, just become mumbled. The desire to join them is so strong that I can feel my body vibrate from it. I need to break free. God, what if this is how I’ll live the rest of my life? Am I in some kind of long-term care facility? Does Indy run it and live here with her daughter? My heart begins running away with me. I can feel sweat pop out against my skin. I have too many questions. The lack of answers is intensifying my fear, making it hard for me to breathe. I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die like this.
Somehow, I manage to get my hand to move. It feels like it weighs a fucking ton, but I ignore it. The weight is so heavy it’s painful to make my muscles work. It takes what seems like forever to raise my hand. When I do, it’s trembling so fucking bad that I feel like it’s jerking the bed. I slap it against my face, forcing my hands to curl around the oxygen mask I’m wearing. I hear a door open, and a man yelling out his hello about the time I finally manage to rip off the mask. I let out a hoarse yell as my eyes finally open.
Footsteps begin running in my direction. My eyes are somewhat blurry. I blink them, trying to focus. I stare at the door. There’s a lot of crap rolling through my mind. It probably shouldn’t be, but the first thought that seems clear in my mind is putting a face to the voices. I want to see Indy. Anticipation fills me with each footfall that I hear. I zero in on it, despite the loud rushing of blood that echoes in my ears.
I’ve tossed the mask somewhere and now my fingers are bunching into the blanket that is covering my leg.
The door flies open and there’s a man in faded jeans and a black thermal henley coming in first. He’s wearing a Stetson. I frown at him. Thankfully, a gorgeous woman pushes him aside and stares at me with her eyes wide. She’s blonde. I don’t know why that’s important, but it is. In fact, as I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, she seems really familiar. My mind seems to be a blank slate. Any other time, I’d be worried about that, but I can’t right now. I’m too busy drinking her in. Her body is voluptuous. She has curves that go for days, tits that draw your attention, despite the fact she’s not trying to showcase them. She’s wearing jeans and a blue sweater that I’m instantly jealous of. I want to be the one to cover her body. Her shoulder length hair is wavy and silently begs me to slide my fingers through it.