His to Own (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #3) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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I don’t look at the mirror, too afraid of what I might find. A few minutes later I’m done. I'm aware that Lawson’s shirt on me is more like a dress, hanging down to my knees, and now I’m going to have to look at myself while washing my hands.

“Juni, open the door.” This damn man. I’m ready to box his ears. I ignore his ranting and raving, going about washing my hands.

“Go away, Lawson. I’ll be out in a minute.”

He keeps at the door. “Not happening, not in your condition.” My eyes snap to the mirror. My hair is a knotted and tangled mess, my skin looks like it hasn’t seen the sun in a year, and that’s when I realize I’ve got a bandage on the inside of my arm. I rip it away to find a needle pinprick, and my whole body breaks out in a cold sweat.

My condition, I say in my head, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. And which doctor did Lawson call? I spin around, unlocking the door before opening the damn thing.

“My condition?” I all but scream, throwing my attitude at him. Lawson has no idea what is going on. The palm of my hand goes to my lower stomach, worry sinking in at the what-ifs.

“Yes, your condition. A condition Doctor Jimenez wouldn’t tell me what it is, only that you’ve been sick for too damn long, you were too dehydrated. He left me in the fucking dark.” He's standing right at the entrance, legs spread shoulder-width apart, arms resting on his amazingly built chest. I’m trying to keep my anger built up inside me when all I really want to do is stand here, take him in, and maybe persuade him to take me to bed.

“Doctor Jimenez didn’t tell you?” I breathe a massive sigh of relief. Doctor Jimenez knows I’m pregnant and would never administer medicine that would hurt my unborn baby.

“No, he just said you were seeing a specialist. You wanna tell me what all that’s about?” Lawson sounds exhausted. Well, I feel as tired as he sounds. How it’s even remotely possible to be tired after sleeping any time Lawson is near, I have no idea.

“A specialist?” I’m trying not to bust a gut laughing. Doctor Jimenez really covered his bases in order to keep everything to himself.

“Babe, you heard me the first time. Now, you wanna tell me what’s going on? At this rate, I’m not sure if it’s cancer, a serious case of the stomach bug, or whatever the fuck else it could be.” He raises his arms above his head, forearms resting on the doorframe, and all of a sudden, I’m parched.

“First, let me get this straight. You want to know what’s wrong with me, but you basically kidnapped me to where exactly? This isn’t my house or yours. Where are we, Lawson?” We’re locked in a tug of war. I’m not willing to give in and neither is he.

“We’re at my cabin on the ranch. We’ll stay here until you’re better and you tell me what’s going on. I want the truth, Juniper Lynn, and we’ve got enough food, water, and whatever else we need until we’re ready to go home.” I take every thought back of Lawson deserving to know about our one night together or our child. He can kick rocks.

“I’m calling your mother. This is bullshit, complete and utter bullshit.” My hands go to his chest, attempting to push him out of my way. Except the big lug barely moves and his arms wrap around my body.

“There are no phone lines here and no cell service. You’ve been avoiding me more than usual. We’re going to talk, hammer this shit out, and we’re not leaving until we do.” The fight may leave my body, but it sure doesn’t stop me from using my mouth.

“And you think I believe there isn’t a car here to take us home? What about your job at the ranch? Mine? I have a life to live, Lawson, and it doesn’t revolve around you.”

“It’s taken care of. Seeing as how you’re not ready to talk, maybe you’d like something to eat. Doc gave you fluids and anti-nausea medicine intravenously, and your prescription is on the counter, as well as some type of vitamins.” He has really thought this through. Plans of this caliber take a heck of a long time. He must have been mulling this over for a long time. At least there’s that.

“Hmm,” I grunt in the back of my throat. Talking isn’t doing me any good, and all I’m doing is getting more worked up. My appointment with my obstetrician was enlightening, to say the least. The advice was to take my medicine as needed, eat small meals throughout the day, drink plenty of water, and reduce my stress. Fat of a lot of good the last one is going to do.


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