Rico's Recovery (Detroit Heat Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
I was fucking glad she didn’t, but Lizzie was one in a million. If she said, “jump,” I’d have replied, “I can’t yet, but when I can, how high?” Yeah, it hurt, but I was getting used to working around hurt. “How much time do you think I have left?” As I spoke, I turned my phone on to see several missed texts and a missed phone call. I quickly sent a response to my worried parents. Got delayed, heading home now. All is well. I looked up at Lizzie after sending the text. The look on her face wasn’t exactly reassuring. I raised a brow. “Trouble?” She shook her head. “No, no. It’s just that I don’t know. I mean, from what I can tell right now, you seem very healthy, stable, and—” “And a fuck machine?” I had to say it. It was too perfect a moment not to. Lizzie rolled her eyes at my shit-eating grin. “I would have gone with a more clinical description, but yes. Your stamina is excellent, and you are gaining some muscle back. I’d say less than a month to go.”
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