Maxie Duncan Box Set by Melissa L. Webb

Author:Melissa L. Webb
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-01-20T08:00:00+00:00

Twenty Nine

Van raced through L.A. like we had a devil on our back. And maybe we did, only it was on my shoulder. I cried out with every bump. The pain reached out, making me feel like my whole body was one exposed nerve. Thank God the traffic was light, but it was still the longest 35 minutes of my life. When we got to Long Beach, I was barely conscious. The pain was so bad I would have paid someone to kill me right then.

Van found Jensen’s store with ease,(Of course, she had probably been there a million times.) pulling up against the curb right outside the front door. “Wait right here,” she said as she jumped out of the car, her door slamming shut behind her.

Yeah, like I was going anywhere. All I wanted to do was curl up in the fetal position and die. I raised my head and looked at the building. It was a rundown, tiny hole-in-the-wall place, but at least it was across the street from the beach. He must get a lot of the tourists. No wonder he opened it so far away from the Cove.

Dropping my head, I started breathing through a particularly bad wave of pain. My door was suddenly yanked opened. “Oh God, Maxie,” I heard Jensen mutter. With a sudden click of my seatbelt, strong arms wrapped around me. I cried out in pain as I was lifted out of the car.

“I’m sorry. I’m being as gentle as I can,” Jensen whispered against my hair. I knew he was, but every inch we went felt like miles of hot blades against my skin, stabbing and cutting, until I had no skin left. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. To tell the truth, I was probably doing both. It would explain the soft comforting words Jensen whispered against my ear.

We got inside, Jensen laying me down on a black leather couch. I gasped at the pain in my back as I made contact with it. What? Did he have his couch stuffed with barbed wire or something?

Jensen turned and looked at Van. “Come with me,” he said quietly.

It was quiet as I laid there, suddenly realizing they had left me all alone. Was this Van’s great plan? Frantically rush me here so I could die on Jensen’s couch? Alone? Here I thought she wanted to save me, when in reality she just didn’t want me to die in her apartment.

I let my eyes flutter closed as I fought another tidal wave of pain. I was dying. I was sure of it, and suddenly I didn’t care so much. Not as long as it meant the pain would stop.

“Here you go,” Van’s soothing voice washed over me like a balm, bringing me back from the pain. I felt something cool and wet pressed against my forehead as Van hovered over me. “It’s okay, Maxie. Just hold on.”

“Okay, let me see this,” Jensen’s voice joined Van’s as he no doubt hovered over me, too.

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