Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I took a quick shower, my eyes now wide open after the cold water jolted me enough to drag me out of the haze of sleep.
When I got out of the shower, I headed for the closet to get dressed and found Dru’s iPad, which was on the nightstand, buzzing away.
I went to it and glanced down to see Daniella’s name on the screen.
The text that popped up at the bottom was quite comical.
Daniella:
I was trespassed at the hotel. Luckily, I was able to put a fraud alert on Eugene’s credit card and they froze it. He had to come to the bank to see about getting it fixed, and I was able to talk to him…
I couldn’t see what else was said, but I knew that there was a lot more.
Especially after seeing the one hundred and two unread texts from Daniella alone.
Getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to find that my kitchen was full of Truth Tellers.
Cutter, Copper, and Chevy—the Clayborne siblings—were all at my island picking at what was left of the food on their plates.
Jasper and Gunner were at the stove cooking.
Webber, Doc, and Audric were leaning their hips against the counter, shoveling food into their own mouths.
Then there was my girl, who was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes.
I walked straight to her and dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder—she was wearing one of my tees, and it was so big on her that her head and most of her left shoulder were exposed.
“Morning,” I replied roughly when she turned and smiled at me.
“Hey, Finnian,” she murmured. “You sleep okay?”
“Once you got here,” I admitted.
She turned, soap suds covering her hands, and said, “You had nightmares?”
I shrugged. “Always have ’em.”
She placed the pot she was washing back into the sink, left the water running, then turned to cup my face with soapy hands. “You should go see a doctor and get some sleep medicine.” She turned to Chevy. “Can you write a script for him so he doesn’t have to go in?”
Chevy’s eyes came to me, took in the soapsuds that I could feel clinging to my beard, and winked. “Sure.”
She nodded once before picking up the dish towel she had hanging over her shoulder and wiping my face off. “Your food is in the microwave.”
I dropped a kiss to her forehead, then went and claimed my food.
I also kicked Copper out of my seat at the head of the table and dug into my food.
“What’s the plan for today?”
I ignored them, not wanting to think about later tonight at all. At least not until I got all my food down. The moment I started to think about everything, the harder it would be to swallow.
“Or we could talk about the news of the plane crash making a media firestorm.” Dru quickly changed the topic, likely sensing the tenseness in my entire body just by glancing at me. “Finnian, did you know that there were two senators on that plane with you?”
I took a quick bite of toast and then pulled out my phone.
“I looked up the manifest because I was curious,” I said between bites. “Two senators, quite a few lobbyists, and several family members of politicians. The DFW flight was a layover to other cities as well. There was also a high school wrestling team on the flight.”
“They hadn’t shared that yet,” Dru hissed in a breath. “Oh my god. How awful.”
“No other survivors were found?” Webber asked.
“None.” I paused. “Other than the baby.”
“Which is another huge controversy.” Dru dried her hands off and picked up a newspaper I hadn’t seen until now. “Concerned father of newborn Mark Paul Renard begging volunteers to help him find his son.”
She walked the paper over to me and laid it on the table between Doc and me.
Doc took a sip of his coffee before saying, “Isn’t that sweet. He’s actually acting like he’s the caring husband. Devastated that his wife was killed in a freak accident. But he still hopes to find the remains of his son.”
“There are over three hundred people missing from that tornado,” I mused. “There’s damn well no way to know if the kid’s even in the same area anymore. If the plane had been the only thing to happen, that’s one thing. But then that tornado came through right after we’d crashed, and they’re finding debris from the plane ten miles away.”
“They found a cow that was on a farm near y’all on top of a house in the next county over,” Cutter said as he turned his phone around.
“That’s AI,” I said.
“Fake,” Doc agreed.
“I’d have said the same, but literally look.” Cutter zoomed in. “You can see all the gashes all over this cow.”
“How can you tell if it’s AI or not?” Dru asked.