Back-Up by A.m Madden

Author:A.m Madden [Madden, A.m]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00EK4LGCS
Publisher: A.M. Madden
Published: 2013-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

My cold turned into an upper respiratory infection. I hate when I’m proven wrong. Evan and dad came by to check on me. Jack took the opportunity to gloat and alternated between texting and calling me. It was bordering on excessive and annoying and it was kinda hot. I felt cared for. It’s stupid, because I am cared for between dad and my friends. But Jack’s “take control” antics were turning me on.

My phone now buzzes with text number seven hundred and three. This one announces that he is at my door.

open up.

Groaning, I shuffle to the door without opening it. Calls and text were hot and sexy, but showing up at my door when I looked like a zombie out of the Walking Dead was not cool.

I’m wrapped in an afghan and wearing mismatched pajamas. My dirty hair is in a messy ponytail, bags are under my eyes and I haven’t shaved my legs or showered in two days.

“Go away. I look like crap.” Actually, I just insulted crap. I really prefer he didn’t see me like this.

“No…open up.”

“No.”

“Leila…”

“Leila…”

“Really? Open the damn door.”

I huff and puff yet slowly open the door a tiny crack.

“Hey Rudolph.” He teases.

“Funny. I told you to stay away, you’ll get sick.”

“Planning on making out with me?”

Wait…what?

“Uh, no…”

“Then how would I get sick? I came to make sure you are getting better.” He pushes his way in, and carries two bags into my kitchen.

“What’s that?”

“Medicine and soup.” He begins pulling item after item out of the bags and lines them up on my counter.

“Medicine and soup for a small village?”

“Cute. You’re needed back healthy and in singing condition.”

“So you’re concerned about the recording schedule and not with my well-being?”

Jack stops in his tracks looking highly insulted. “No. Is that what you think?”

“I’m kidding.”

“Leila, I don’t care about the album right now.”

“I know.” Jeez, he’s so sensitive.

I feel bad about hurting his feelings and allow Jack to play nurse for hours. I let him feed me, medicate me, and fill me in on what I missed at the studio. He really is a very good nurse who also happens to be very easy on the eyes.

The soup is absolutely delicious. I inhale the entire bowl without stopping and look up to see him scowling at me.

“What?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Does Nyquil count?”

“Ha, ha.”

“I don’t remember. The soup was really good. Where did you get it?”

“My mom made it.”

“Shut up!”

“She dropped it off this morning.”

“Jack, please tell me you didn’t ask her to make me soup.”

“I didn’t. She did it all on her own.”

“Oh my god…that is so nice…and so embarrassing.”

“Why? That’s my mom. Get used to it.”

I can’t believe he told his mom I was sick.

I can’t believe Jack’s mom made me soup.

I can’t believe he drove it all the way to Hoboken.

The Lair family can’t be real. Gorgeous…generous…caring…it’s all too good to be true.

I’ve been trying to convince myself what I feel for Jack is just a mad crush. Sitting here having Jack

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