Rebellious Hood (Red Hood Chronicles Book 4) by Kendrai Meeks

Author:Kendrai Meeks [Meeks, Kendrai]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tulipe Noire Press
Published: 2019-02-27T16:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

AMY

Someone had brought their pug to the hospital, and when I’d nodded off, it had crawled up into my lap and made itself at home.

No, wait. Check that. It was Caleb. Caleb had crawled up into my lap and made himself at home. Or at least, his head had.

“Get off me.” I pushed him practically onto the floor.

He startled awake like all supernaturals... uh, supes did: leaping into full battle position. What was it with this crowd, did none of them have to rub the sleep from their eyes and spend five slow and confusing minutes trying to figure out which frat boy’s bachelor pad they’d passed out in drunk the night before? Every time they were shocked awake, they expected Lord Voldemort to be attacking.

Luckily, he hadn’t conjured a solarium, because that probably would have really freaked out the thin, middle-aged woman dressed like an LL Bean commercial in the chair across from us. I mean, I knew that since Inga had arrived, she had all the doctors and nurses involved with Alex’s case sequestered and Criss Angel-ed, but down here in the main waiting room, it was still clueless hueys.

Which, for once, didn’t include me.

I rolled up my copy of Der Spiegel and hit the slayer on the thigh. “Who gave your head permission to be on my lap?”

“What? I fell asleep.” His stance eased. “And if you want to give me permission to put my head somewhere else, by all means.”

Luckily, German middle-aged auntie didn’t seem to speak English. I, however, did. What the hell was it with this guy? How could you so openly flirt after you’d just had your heart broken? Besides, totally inappropriate innuendo was my thing. Caleb Helsing was beating me at my own game, and he didn’t even like me.

By the way, what was there about me not to like?

The slayer sauntered to the automatic coffee machine. “How long was I out?”

I turned my wrists out to him. “Do you see a stopwatch?” My eyes went to the clock over the world’s most pristine goldfish tank. “It’s five-thirty. Morning or evening, though? We’ve been at this hospital so long, I’ve lost track.”

He shoved a coin in the slot, and automatically a disposable cup popped into existence underneath the dispenser as it spouted out liquid humanity. “Morning. The sun is about to rise. Probably why I fell asleep. That, or you bored me to death.”

“Believe me, Buffy, if I could kill you by talking, I’d never shut up. Now, stop being a self-centered bastard and get me a cup of coffee, too.”

“Your wish is my command, Barbie.”

Despite the lip, he did as asked, shoving a scalding plastic cup into my grip a few moments later. Inspired by joe, I finally untwisted myself from the awkward position forced by trying to sleep in a waiting room chair, bending at the hip, elongating my frame, puffing my chest out to stretch my lower back. I did not miss how Caleb’s eyes clung to me during the whole procedure.

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