Fix You by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online Page A

would hover and nag her about her diet, resting, and God only knew what else. Then her father would hound the doctors mercilessly. She hoped they’d come for a visit, see how well she looked, and then go home to do their worrying from afar.
    “I love my parents.”
    Robbie laughed. “But Jim and Gladys are a bit more than you can handle right now, right?”
    She grinned. She always got a kick out of it when he called her parents by their first names. To their faces, he was very respectful, referring to them only as Mr. and Mrs. Emerson. “They are so much more than I can handle. The only thing that may save my sanity this week is the fact they’re staying with Aunt Jenny, so we’ll have a reprieve during the sleeping hours.”
    “Well, hopefully we’re not just sleeping during those hours.”
    She rolled her eyes as he winked at her suggestively. He was insatiable. Hell, she was insatiable. Having just discovered mind-blowing, set-the-sheets-on-fire sex with Robbie, she wasn’t willing to give it up for any reason. She wondered if that same passion would remain once the treatments began. She sort of expected it wouldn’t and that bothered her.
    “Hey. Are you okay?” Robbie asked.
    Leave it to Robbie to read her emotions so well. She tried to put aside her concerns. “Yeah. I just can’t seem to concentrate right now.”
    “I know what you mean. Jesus. That was a lot of shit to take in. I wrote down a ton of stuff, but I can’t help feeling there was a bunch more I missed.”
    Robbie had walked out of the doctor’s office into the dimming afternoon light and declared they were going out, said he felt like celebrating. When she’d pointed out that a celebration was premature, he’d taken her hand and given her the sweetest, sexiest kiss of her existence. Then he’d rested his forehead against hers and said, “We’re here. We’re together. We’re celebrating.”
    They’d gone home, showered, dolled themselves up and now, here they were, sitting in the Brew Pub, one of the nicest restaurants their tiny town had to offer.
    Robbie gestured to the menu. “What do you say we both get the biggest steaks on the menu and eat until we’re too full to get out of the chairs?”
    She smiled. “That sounds great.” She was perfectly aware of his scheme. The doctor had mentioned protein would be extremely important to her diet. Unfortunately, he also pointed out that the steroids she’d need to take prior to chemo would probably cause some weight gain. Robbie had made her laugh when he’d said, “Good. You’re too skinny.” She wasn’t, but her vanity appreciated his compliment.
    When the waiter came back, Robbie placed the order for both of them, adding loaded baked potatoes, Caesar salads and a bottle of wine to the list.
    “You weren’t kidding about gorging ourselves.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “I told you, darlin’, we’re celebrating.”
    Zoey rolled her eyes at his exaggerated twang. “I knew Express Train was doing too many concerts in Texas. You’re starting to sound like a regular cowboy.”
    Robbie grinned and told her about the tour. They’d been so preoccupied with her illness—and their newfound joy in sex with each other—that they’d had precious little time to talk about his trip.
    All during dinner he entertained her with stories about life on the road, describing some of the interesting people he’d met and the amazing places he’d seen. As the waiter cleared the table and Robbie poured the last of the wine in her glass, she leaned forward and rested her arms on the table. She’d eaten every last bite of the delicious meal. She was full and tired and completely relaxed. She’d been wound tighter than a drum when they’d left the doctor’s office, but once again, Robbie had found the cure.
    She reached across the table and took his hand. “Sounds like the tour was a blast. I’m so happy for you, Robbie.”
    His smile faded a bit. “There were parts