Breaking Clear (Full Hearts Series Book 3) by Mj Summers Read Free Book Online Page B

would say that’s actually a very accurate description.”
    She sat with her dad for another hour, chatting about the headlines in the paper one of the nurses had left for him. Looking down at her purse, Harper remembered that she had brought a couple of books for him to read. Pulling them out, she held them up to him. “Tom Clancy? I found them on your shelf so I know you must have read them already, but I thought I’d bring them just in case.”
    “Thanks. I will read them again. That’s the nice part of getting old. You can read the same books over and over because you forget what happened.”
    Chuckling, Harper shook her head. “You’re not old. You just need a new haircut and a shave.”
    “Oh, not this again.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Say, don’t you need to get home and start cleaning? It’s been years since those walls have seen a wet rag.”
    “Right. I almost forgot. I better get at it.”
    “You better. I’ll be really disappointed if that place isn’t sparkling when I get back,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
    Standing, Harper touched her hand to her dad’s grey hair. “See you tomorrow for breakfast. Unless, can I bring you some dinner?”
    “No, Craig said he’ll come by. Maybe he could bring me a burger or something.”
    “I’ll text him your order.”
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    Over the next week Harper fell into a routine. Each morning she brought her dad breakfast and visited with him while he ate, struggling to hide her increasing concern that he still showed no sign of having any feeling in his legs. She spent the rest of the day cleaning one or two rooms in the house, organizing closets and cupboards as she went.
    Thoughts of Evan flowed freely through her mind as she sang along to the radio. Every song reminded her of him—the romantic ones, the ones about longing, the ones about sex. She hadn’t seen him since the weekend. It hadn’t escaped her attention that his truck was gone early each morning and wasn’t parked in front of his house again until late in the evening. Okay, Harper, you’re becoming a stalker. He probably hasn’t given you a second thought since he left here on Saturday . Her thoughts were interrupted by a call from Blaire.
    “How are things in the Big Apple?”
    “Ugh. Not great. I need to ask you something every hour or so. It sucks here without you.”
    “Is it bad that I feel a little bit happy to hear that?” Harper asked.
    “Yes, but you always were a bit of a bitch, so I’d expect nothing less,” Blaire answered wryly. “How’s your dad?”
    “Not good. So far, he has no feeling in his legs. He doesn’t say anything but I know he must be scared. Not to mention that his back must be very painful.”
    “That’s terrible. How are you doing with all of this?” Blaire’s voice was full of concern.
    “I’m alright. It’s really hard to see him like this.” Harper felt a sob rising in her throat but she managed to push it back down. “Most of the time, I’m just happy he’s alive. And I’m keeping busy. When I’m not at the hospital, I’m spring cleaning his house. Top to bottom, every room.”
    “That’s my version of hell on earth.”
    “Mine too. That’s how desperate I am for something to do. How do people live like this on a regular basis?” Harper asked. “Alone with your own thoughts? It’s been only a few days and I feel like my skin is crawling.”
    “I seriously don’t know. Just keep reminding yourself it’s only temporary. You’ll be back here in no time,” Blaire said, as though it were a fact.
    “I wish I was there right now. If only I could just wave a magic wand and have my dad back to normal and have my old life again.” Harper sighed. “I shouldn’t be complaining, though. What I’m facing is nothing compared to what my dad’s facing. I definitely shouldn’t be a baby about it.”
    “Oh yes. Please don’t do that. You know how I hate babies.”
    Harper laughed, knowing Blaire was more serious