Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
She eyed him for a long moment. Was he just placating her? Telling her that to put her at ease?
“Why aren’t you wearing your seatbelt?” he suddenly barked.
“What? Oh. Yes, Sorry.”
She immediately drew her seatbelt on and buckled it in. Her mind was stuck back in the past.
She hadn’t been certain she’d leave the cult alive. The guys had always been completely positive. Certain that Cat would come through and save them.
And she had.
But there were times that Immy had cried herself to sleep, worried about her friends. Worried that not all of them would make it out.
And even if they did, that they’d be changed people.
“Immy, honey, don’t stress, yeah?” Abe said, squeezing her hand. “I should never have said anything.”
“I’m not going to break. You can tell me stuff.”
“Of course I can.”
She knew he was just saying that. Because she wouldn’t be the first person he came to with anything that was concerning him. Which was okay, as long as he talked to someone. The last thing she wanted was his blood pressure going through the roof or for him to get an ulcer.
“Have you told anyone about your feeling?” she asked.
“Honey, it’s just a feeling. It’s dumb and there’s no need to worry anyone with it. Guess I was just left with a heightened sense of awareness, you know?”
Yes, she got that.
But she thought they’d all settled down after a few years out of the cult. And she’d never noticed Abe being this jumpy before.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out, sighing as she looked down at the group message.
“You sent out a group message?” she asked tiredly.
Cupcakes. Maybe she really was getting ill.
“Yes. Everyone needs to know that you’re ill so we can all take care of you.”
“Abe! I’m fine.” Her phone started to buzz and she groaned at the number of messages from the others. “They’re all going nuts, thinking that I’m ill.”
“You don’t look well.”
She shot him a dark look and her phone buzzed again. With a sigh, she read the messages.
Sampson: What do you mean, she’s ill? What sort of ill?
Isaiah: You’re taking her to the hotel?
Jenner: I just saw her before. She seemed fine. Maybe a bit tired. I shouldn’t have left her.
Abe: I’ll call a doctor when we get to the hotel.
She shot Abe a grumpy look. “I will take your phone off you.”
Abe snorted. “No, you won’t.”
No. She wouldn’t.
Crumbles, it was hard when the person she wanted to be mad at knew her so well. And was only trying to look out for her.
Isaiah: I’ll find one now.
Jenner: Guys! Chill.
Immy raised her eyebrows. Was Jenner going to be the voice of reason?
Jenner: There’ll be a hotel doctor. I’ll call ahead to the hotel.
Immy groaned. That had disaster written all over it. She could see the headlines now.
Jenner Knight Inquires About A Doctor.
Is Jenner Knight Ill?
It was amazing how the press could make a mountain out of a molehill.
“For fuck’s sake, Sampson better not let him do that,” Abe muttered. “I’ll do it.”
Immy: Guys! I’m fine! Abe is overreacting. I don’t need a doctor. I’m fine.
Jenner: Are you sure? Are you running a fever? I don’t know about this . . . I think a doctor is a good idea.
God.
This is part of the reason she loved him. It had started off as a child’s love. Adoration for the guy who was her protective big brother. Over time it had morphed into more.
Immy wasn’t sure when she’d started to see him as more than a big brother. Sometime after they’d moved in together. At first, it had been a silly crush. Something she’d hidden from everyone until she’d confessed her feelings to Maeve.
She’d tried to squish her feelings into a tight box.
However, that box was starting to disintegrate.
Immy: No doctor. I’m fine. And all of you need to quit it. The end.
There. That told them.
Abe glanced over at her. “The end?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Imms, I don’t want you to get sick.”
She felt herself softening. She knew that Abe was remembering all the times she’d been in ill the past. Reaching over, she squeezed his hand. “I’ll go to bed when we get back to the hotel. And you can take my temperature. If I’ve got a fever, we’ll call for a doctor. Fair?”
“Fair.”
Jenner rushed through the hotel, Sampson at his heels.
“Don’t know why you hired that woman,” Sampson grumbled.
Jenner sighed. “She’s just doing her job.” But yeah, he was kind of annoyed too. He’d hired Lauren to help his career and she was doing that.
But it meant that he hardly spent any time with his family, with Immy.
And he fucking hated that.
Reaching her door, he banged on it frantically. The last group message had simply said that she was fine. But what did that mean? Had Abe gotten a doctor to check her over? Was she coughing? Did she need to go to the hospital?