Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (good book club books txt) 📗

than that. Really, Georgina, I hope it’s not a cold. Colds are so common.”

Right. So she wanted it to be something more interesting? Something less common? What would be acceptable? Ebola? The plague?

“Sorry, Mother,” she forced herself to say.

This was ridiculous. She was thirty-four years old and here she was, kowtowing to her mother! She didn’t need her telling her to go to the doctor or interfering in her life.

So tell her to get lost.

Yeah. Like that was going to happen.

“Georgina, I don’t like this. You’re acting odd. Perhaps I need to send Sebastian out there. Or maybe August, yes, he would be a better choice. Not only is he closer, but he’s also a doctor. I don’t like you going to a common doctor’s office. There’re so many other germs you could pick up there. It’s definitely better that August examine you.”

“Mother, he’s a cardio-thoracic surgeon.”

“Yes, I know. That means he should be able to diagnose you. Far better than some common doctor.”

She let out a small groan. Shit. Shit. What did she do that for?

“What was that? Are you in pain? What’s wrong? You didn’t eat shellfish, did you? Please tell me that you didn’t. You know what happened last time you did that.”

Oh, she remembered. She was the one that had spent twenty-four hours glued to the toilet. But her mother just wouldn’t let her live it down. She was surprised it hadn’t ended up in the yearly Christmas card.

“I’m fine. I don’t have food poisoning. I just think I pulled a muscle.”

“What? Where? Doing what? Have you been out running? I hope you weren’t out alone. And that no one saw you.”

Which way did she want it? Either she went running on her own or she went with other people, in which case they were going to see her.

“All that sweating and puffing and panting,” her mother said disdainfully. “Why do you need to run?”

“I’ve got to be fit for my job, Mother.”

“You’re not out in the field, Georgina. Most of the time you sit behind a desk. I made sure of that.”

Actually, that wasn’t totally true, but her mother didn’t know that. Wait, what did she just say?

“What did you say?”

“I have to go, Georgina. Honestly, I have a very busy life and I don’t have time to chit-chat with you. I shall speak to August about coming to examine you. Please isolate yourself. You don’t want to infect anyone or have them see you with a runny nose or sneezing.”

No. God forbid. They might think she was human.

Before she could protest that she didn’t need August to come examine her, the line went dead. She’d hung up on her.

For fudge’s sake. What had she done to deserve this? Talking to her mother was more stressful than dealing with the IRS. And now she wanted to send August to check up on her? That would be a disaster if she thought August would actually bother to do it.

Still, she figured she’d best give him a head’s up.

Georgina: Mother thinks I’m ill. She wants you to come examine me.

Satan’s spawn #3: Why would she think you’re ill?

Georgina: I groaned.

Satan’s spawn #3: You have got to tell her to butt out of your life.

Georgina: Yeah? How’s that going for you? You’re a cardio-thoracic surgeon who is about to be ordered by your mommy to do a doctor’s call on your sister.

Satan’s spawn #3: It’s going fine since I’m going to lie and tell her that you’re fine. You just have period cramps.

Period cramps! That asshole! Then she’d likely have to sit through a lecture about what was appropriate to speak to your doctor about, even if that doctor was your brother, and then be sent to the gynecologist.

Georgina: You wouldn’t!

No answer. There was a reason why she’d nicknamed her brothers Satan’s spawn, one, two, three, four, five, and six. Yep, she had six older brothers. And they were all awful. August was the best of the lot. The others would have jumped at any hint that she might need them, then charge into her life in an attempt to fix her.

Because apparently, she needed fixing.

You do. You’re completely broken. It’s just not something that any of them can fix.

She really wished they’d get their own lives. But none of them was married. Georgina groaned and leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. Why was her life such a mess?

A knock at the window had her jumping. She barely held back a screech of fright. She turned her head and stared up into the smiling, beautiful face of Ed’s assistant.

Shit. Had she found out about their kiss? Oh God, what was she going to do?

“Hey there, FBI lady! Are you okay?”

Georgina quickly opened the door. “Yes, I’m fine. Um, hello, Kiesha.”

She didn’t seem like she was mad at her. Maybe Ed hadn’t told her about the kiss.

That was a relief. Still, it was hard to believe that this woman would be so friendly if she knew that Georgina had kissed Ed.

“I thought I was going to have to track you down. How great is it that you’re just sitting out here in your car, right? It’s like fate.”

Why? Because Kiesha wanted to slap her for kissing her man? Whatever she did to her, Georgina would take it. All of this was her fault. She owed this woman.

“So, are you staying in Wishingbone tonight?” Kiesha moved back and forth. Georgina glanced down to see that she was still wearing the roller skates. Was that safe without safety gear?

She’s a grown woman. Not your concern.

“Umm what?” she asked, realizing she’d missed something.

“You okay FBI lady? Did Ed do something to upset you? He can be a real stick-in-the-mud sometimes. Kiesha, no roller-skating at work. Kiesha, no cartwheels while working. Kiesha, take your sucker out before answering the phones. Such a bore.”

“Yes, he sounds like it,” she said carefully. Even though she kind of agreed with Ed about all of those things. Then again, Ed was a stinking cheater so she