Page 137 of We Redeemed the Rain

“Of course I’m freaking red! I want to kill her!”

Tears leaked onto my cheeks as my face contorted into something between a grimace and a smile.

After what seemed like my entire life, he finally stooped down and picked my phone up off the floor, putting it next to me on the bed.

His voice softened even as he laughed out the words. “Bea, don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve never been more humiliated in my entire life.”

“It’s alright. It’s all good.”

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that.” I picked up my phone and held it to my lips. “Hey Siri, look up a list of inhumane ways to murder someone.”

Tag lost it all over again. Leaning forward in his chair, he propped up his head with an open hand, his laugh turning into a desperate squeaking sound that made it into the top five cutest sounds I’d ever heard.

I laughed too.Might as well.

As I wiped laughter tears out of my eyes, a nursing assistant came in. “Hey, sweetheart, you ready to get out of here?”

“Yes, very ready.”

Please for the love of all things get me out of here.

“I got your prescription sent in and your discharge papers.”

Tag stood. “I’ll pull the truck around.”

“Great.” I said flatly, which made him giggle all over again.

When the nurse turned away to look at the computer, he leaned over me on the bed and whispered. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve had a few thoughts about your jeans, too.”

His cheeks lifted in a smile. Then his gaze flicked to my mouth, and he winked at me.

Winkedat me.

I blushed all over again.

“I promise I can walk.” I unbuckled my seat belt and tucked the stupid hospital gown back up around my shoulders. The nurse in the emergency room let me wear it home since my pajama shirt was covered in puke.

“I heard the doctor same as you.” He leaned in and scooped me up.

“Then you know he said I can move when I feel up to it.”

“I’m not takin’ any chances, Bea.”

I dropped the fight pretty quickly, relishing in his strength and ease as he kicked the truck door shut.

Jesse and Cade saw us pulling in, and were making their way across the barnyard. Jesse yelled, “Tag!”

Tag turned to look at him with me draped in his arms like a wounded princess. “Jesse, good to have you back, man.”

“Glad to be back. You two look exhausted.”

I piped up. “Tag didn’t sleep at all.”

Jesse said, “Get some rest. Cooper, Cade, and I have it under control.”

I looked up at Tag’s adam’s apple as he spoke. “Really?”

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