Page 91 of Bona Fide

Marty breaks from his sister and takes the two steps towards me, but instead of stopping to shake my hand, he bumps my shoulder instead. “Go fuck yourself.”

I bite my lower lip to keep my temper in check and from landing a cheap shot to the back of his head.

If we come to blows, I feel like I might be the one who ends up in the intensive care unit by his hands that look like hammers.

Bowing my chin into my chest, I inhale a deep breath then bring my gaze back to Reagan only to be met with purple eyes glossed over in tears.

She looks like she just got mentally beaten down for a month. Bags present themselves under her violets, her cheeks are rosy from crying, and she looks exhausted.

“Come here, baby.” I extend my arms for her and right away she’s in them. Resting my chin on top of her head, I give her a kiss before returning it there. “So, that’s your brother.”

She groans softly “Yeah. I’m sorr—”

“Hell no, you don’t get to apologize for him.” I give her a small squeeze. “How’s my girl?”

“Tired.”

And half-naked.

She’s in an I Prevail T-shirt and gray shorts that I’d love to spend more time looking at, but obviously, it’s not the time. Which reminds me I need Emmy to send someone over to grab her some more clothes.

“What can I do?” I ask her. “I’m going crazy not being able to do something for you.”

She gives me a weak squeeze around my waist. “I really need you to get some rest so you can go into the office and—”

“Hell no, there is no way I’m leaving you to go do some dumb shit that I don’t want to do.”

“Then you need a better disguise,” she retorts. “You don’t have your hat, and I need clothes.”

“I’ll go buy you some clothes and a hat for myself. What else?”

“Ignore my brother.”

“I can...try and do that.” I brush a piece of dark hair out of her face. “I’m working on the best pulmonary doctor in the country to come here to look at your mom.” She pulls from me to peer up at my face.

“What?” I don’t respond just admire how beautiful she is. How absolutely and horribly in love I am with this woman. “You did that for me?”

I give her a weak smile. “I told you...I’d do anything for you, Miss Shelton.”

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