Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (top 10 novels to read .TXT) 📕

crock,” she muttered. “Another myth gone. Too bad, I’d have enjoyed seeing his big dick.”

“Okay, let’s get this conversation back to you leaving after that kiss and not replying to my messages. Why did you do that?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied. “Go away, dream Ed. And tell that train to go away too.”

Ed sat back, frustrated.

He tried to rouse her again, but it seemed she’d slipped into a deeper sleep. She’d appeared to be half-dreaming. He had no idea why she kept mentioning a train.

Standing, he stretched and yawned. He’d fallen asleep for a few hours. He looked at his watch. It was close to midnight.

His phone buzzed. Had she really come here because of that kiss? But why run in the first place? Why not return his messages? And why pretend she was just here about work?

Seeing that it was Jimmy calling, he stepped out into the corridor. He’d asked him to see what he could discover about Georgina’s family.

“Jimmy, what have you got for me?”

“Got someone listed as her emergency contact. An August James.”

August James?

“Father?” he asked.

“Nope. Looked him up. Turns out, he’s a cardio-thoracic surgeon. Lives in Boston.”

“Good. Thanks. Send the details over to me. I’ll see if Xavier wants to call him or I should.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

He ended the call and waited for the information to come in. Jimmy even included a picture of August James. He looked to be in his early-forties. Who was he? Surely, she didn’t have a husband. There was no ring on her finger, but that didn’t mean anything.

But no, her horror over the idea of being part of his supposed-cheating had been real. He grimaced. Her opinion of him had been pretty low. Had she really imagined that he would have cheated on Kiesha? Maybe it was an ex-husband. Or perhaps a brother? He was going to go with that.

Leaving her room, he headed to the nurses’ station to have Xavier paged.

So scared. Her teeth chattered. She knew he would find her.

Help! Help!

Screams.

“Wake up! Hey, shut up. You’re going to wake the whole damn hospital up.”

Someone touched her, shaking her. And she fought back. What was happening? Who was that? Where was she?

“No! Get back! Stay away from me!” she yelled.

“Calm down! I’m a nurse. I’m just trying to help you. Stop fighting me!”

“No, get away from me! I won’t let you hurt me! Help! Help!” She fought, desperate to get away.

“Fuck! Stop or I’ll have to sedate you!” someone yelled.

There was pressure on her arm. No! They were hurting her. Bruising her.

“Don’t tie me up! Don’t!” she screamed.

“What the fuck is going on in here!” A deep voice roared. “What are you doing? Let her go! Now!”

Help is here.

She didn’t know why she thought that. But she found herself calming. The hands that had been trying to hold her down, disappeared.

“Nobody is tying you up, Georgie-girl. You’re safe. You just need to calm down. Georgie-girl, you’re safe. Come on, wake up for me now. See where you are.”

She forced her eyes to open. Her breath was coming in shallow, fast pants. It felt like her heart was racing so hard that it might just jump straight out of her chest. But she forced herself to focus. Looking around, she saw that she was in a sterile-looking room. An older male, dressed in scrubs stood off to the side. He moved his glare between her and Ed.

Ed was here. He was standing by her side, half over her.

Protecting her.

Moving on instinct, she wrapped her hands in his T-shirt. She wasn’t letting him get far from her. Some small part of her whispered that she shouldn’t be so needy. But right now, she was fully ignoring that part.

She needed him.

“Sheriff, we have to sedate her! She was punching me. She could hurt someone.”

“Look at her. Does she look like she’s going to fucking punch someone? I don’t know what you did, but you’re twice her fucking size and you’ve just terrified the hell out of her. Nobody is sedating her. Get the fuck out of here.”

“You have no right to talk to me like that, sheriff. I’m going to make a formal complaint about your behavior. This is my patient, and I—”

“What is going on in here?” another voice asked. A handsome, fit-looking man walked into the room. He was dressed in a shirt and pants. There was something calming about him. He had an air of authority, same as Ed.

“Doctor Marson, this patient attacked me. She hit me. I believe we have to sedate her. Or restrain her,” the nurse said.

“No!” she protested. Her heart started racing. She couldn’t be restrained.

“It’s all right, no one is restraining you,” Doctor Marson soothed. Something started beeping and he looked over at a monitor.

“Okay, sweetheart, my name is Xavier. Your heart is going a bit faster than we’d like. I want you to try and calm down for me. Take a breath in and hold it.”

She did as instructed. Her head was thumping and every so often her heart would skip a beat making her feel ill.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

For some reason she felt ridiculously proud of having pleased him. What was wrong with her? How did she end up here?

“What did you do, Greg?” Xavier snapped at the nurse.

“I didn’t do anything,” Greg whined. “I came in here to check her vitals. She was screaming, so I went to shake her awake before she woke up all the patients, then she attacked me.”

“So a patient was having a terrifying nightmare that was making her scream, a patient who is much smaller than you and female, and you thought the best idea was to shake her? To loom over her? Then what? Did you try to hold her down?”

“She was attacking me!” Greg defended. “And the sheriff acted aggressively towards me.”

He sounded so whiny.

The doctor turned his gaze towards her. The hard look softened as he took her in. “He is whiny.”

Oops. She’d said that