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)
Getting up, he stormed over to the door and found Rock waiting on the other side. He was holding a book, her gargoyle and something else . . . was it a photo? What were those?
“Thought you needed the bathroom?” Quaid said dryly.
“Finished.”
“Right. She was asking for you.”
Rock lit up and into the room. As Quaid passed him, he reached out to grab hold of his arm.
“Don’t do that again,” Quaid warned. “I didn’t like it.”
Rock just gave him a knowing look.
Fuck.
Didn’t seem like he was fooling anyone anymore.
30
Indie woke up feeling surprisingly well rested.
She opened her eyes, gazing around the room. Something felt like it was missing . . . Rock.
Rock was missing.
She could remember him climbing into bed and holding her until she fell back to sleep.
And she hadn’t slept this well in ages.
She felt like someone else had been here as well . . . but that was silly, right? She glanced down at herself. She was still wearing Rock’s jumper. Her things!
She glanced over at the nightstand and saw her gargoyle sitting on her book and the photo, with her hat next to him. Picking up her hat, Treasure Island, and the test, she got up and carried them back to where her backpack sat, putting them into it.
There. Safe. She also took off Rock’s jumper and placed it into the backpack. As she walked back into the bedroom, she heard her phone beep. Sitting on the bed, she checked it.
Shoot. There was a new message from her boss, Benito.
Bollocks.
She was the absolute worst. She still hadn’t read the messages he’d sent.
Do it now.
After reading them all, she felt even worse.
He’d sent a number of messages asking her how she was. Demanding to know if she was all right.
This last message was basically him saying that if he didn’t hear from her soon that he was coming to find her.
What was she going to do? She could call him. But also . . . she felt like the walls of this room were closing in on her.
A trip outside could be just what she needed.
And if Billy finds you?
But no one could locate Billy. The police seemed to have almost given up. She knew the guys hadn’t, though. They’d asked Shepherd, an old classmate of theirs to look for him.
Knowing it wouldn’t be long until Spencer arrived with her breakfast, she got out of bed and grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe.
Urgh.
There were holes in her pants and the only jumper that would fit wasn’t really warm enough for late autumn in London.
But her coat had been damaged by Billy along with her warmer sweaters. She might need to do some shopping.
She took a really quick shower and got dressed.
With a grimace, she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t tie her hair up, it hurt to raise her arms that much. And she didn’t have any of her makeup. She’d left most of it at Billy’s since he’d bought it. She’d found some cheap foundation and mascara at a budget store, just enough to make her look alive after she’d been vomiting half the morning.
But that was gone too.
Well, she couldn’t help that, she guessed.
Leaving the bathroom, she stared at the bed. She should really make it. Spencer had changed the sheets for her a few times, which she’d protested against but he’d insisted.
He’d always been happiest when he was taking care of someone.
After struggling to pull up the covers, she left it half-made and walked out into the kitchen.
To find Slade, Spencer, and Rock there.
Okay. That was a surprise.
Didn’t they have to work? What were they all doing here at nine in the morning?
“Um, good morning,” she said as the three of them turned to look at her with various levels of disapproval on their faces.
Was Quaid here? She hadn’t seen him much since she’d left the hospital. But she had this weird sense that he’d been around last night.
She must have been dreaming.
Out of the four of them he’d been the most distant and she didn’t think he really wanted her here.
“Princess, what are you doing out of bed?” Spencer demanded, walking over and wrapping his arm gently around her waist. As though he was worried that she might fall over.
When she’d first arrived, she’d gotten dizzy a few times. But she was feeling much stronger now.
“I was about to bring you some breakfast,” he said.
“I’m going to eat breakfast out here this morning,” she said firmly. “I’m feeling claustrophobic. And the doctor said it was good for me to move around.”
Spencer’s frown increased. “I think we should have gotten a second opinion.”
She gave him an exasperated look. “We don’t need a second opinion.”
“Spencer said you’ve been under the care of a midwife throughout your pregnancy,” Slade said. “But wouldn’t it be better to have a doctor?”