Evin’s Fight (Southern Charmers #3) Read Online Ahren Sanders

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Charmers Series by Ahren Sanders
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 157848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 789(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
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Chapter 18

Poppy

I’m startled awake when Evin hooks my knees over his elbows and hefts me from the truck. “Someone is worn out.” His lips brush across my forehead.

“Endless days of drinking, eating, and partying have that effect,” I murmur, snuggling into his chest. “Just need a little nap.”

“I’m taking you straight to bed. We’ll unpack later.”

“What about Runner?” I glance around and see the dog on the front porch waiting.

“He’s good.”

I nod, cuddling back and closing my eyes. The next thing I know, he’s placing me on top of the bed. Instantly, my forehead breaks out into a sweat and my stomach churns. Saliva fills my mouth, and I scatter forward, using my force to shove him to the side and racing to the bathroom. My knees slam on the tile hard before the first round of sickness hits.

“Jesus, Poppy. What happened?” Evin’s concerned voice sounds from behind me.

“Go away.” I flush the toilet, falling to my butt.

“Not a chance in hell.” He gathers my hair and rubs my back soothingly.

I’m too sick to argue how disgusting it is that he’s witnessing this. My torso convulses as my stomach empties until I’m ready to pass out, laying my head on my forearm, and flushing the toilet again.

“We’re going to the ER.”

“No, the nausea is passing.”

“Baby, something is very wrong here.”

“It’s probably a bug.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, a slicing pain tears through my abdomen and I realize my stomach isn’t empty. Round two isn’t as bad but racks through me until I’m left heaving.

“You’re covered in sweat.”

“Hmmm,” is all that comes out, my eyes falling shut.

No telling how much times passes before a wet cloth is on the back of my neck and Evin’s hovering. “Can I help you up?”

“No.” The simple word stings my throat.

He sits, his long legs trapping my body as his hand runs up and down my back.

“Seriously, go away. This is gross,” I rasp.

“I’m not leaving.”

Another wave of queasiness strikes, but thankfully it fades quickly. Evin continues to rub my back and exhaustion takes over.

“Poppy, you’re not falling asleep on the toilet.”

“What if I get sick again?”

“Do you feel sick now?”

“No.”

“Baby, I’m pretty sure you expelled everything your little body has. In the off chance you get sick again, we’ll get a bucket.”

I scrunch my nose at the thought but have no energy to argue. He gets off the floor and gently raises me. My legs are like jelly, wobbling as dizziness hits and I clutch to his biceps.

“Shit, will it hurt to lift you?”

I shake my head, and he carries me to the vanity. “Be right back.”

He disappears and comes back with a t-shirt. Tenderly, he removes my dress and bra, slipping me into the oversized shirt. The scent of fresh laundry detergent and the softness of the material instantly comfort me. I swallow a few times to help clear my head.

“I’m okay. It’s all passed. I need to clean up.”

His eyes flash with concern, but he helps me down, making sure I’m steady before stepping back.

“You want to set up camp on the sofa or the bed?”

Runner trots in, coming straight to us and circling our legs. Like everyone else in the family, I fell instantly for Darby’s dog. He seemed to feel the same, although he was affectionate with everyone, so maybe he was just an overly friendly dog. It was my idea to bring him home today and give Darby and Pierce more room in their vehicle for the kids.

“Where is Runner most comfortable?”

“He’s a dog, he’ll adapt.”

Everything in Evin’s house is top of the line and the highest quality. His sofa is big, soft, comfortable, and inviting. But since he recently redid his bed with the intent to sleep like heaven, that’s where I want to be.

“Bed, but I need my toiletries first.”

“You okay for me to leave?”

I nod, and he pats his thigh for Runner to follow. Once he’s gone, I grab a hand towel and go to the sink, catching my reflection.

“You are beyond a hot mess,” I huff out, turning on the water.

Evin brings me my travel case, kissing my head softly. “Call if you need me,” he says, leaving me alone

I whip my hair into a sloppy bun and get to work on washing the remnants of my makeup off and brushing the horrid taste away. When I’m done, my color has mostly returned and my stomach is completely settled.

The sheets are turned back and Runner is sitting expectantly, waiting for me by the bed. I climb in and his big brown eyes follow my movements.

“Are you allowed in the bed?” I whisper and he wags his tail, leaping up and nudging in my face excitedly.

Evin comes in with a glass of water and stops dead, scowling. “The beast is smart, he played you. Pierce broke him of the bed habit a while ago.”



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