Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2) by Marie James Read Free Book Online Page B

upset women like the damn plague, and even the beautiful Ms. Carter won’t be an exception to that rule!
    I remained distracted all day, my focus on her home rather than the job I was here to perform. Diverting my attention, especially while operating heavy machinery could prove fatal on a job site. I forced myself to pull my borderline obsessed attention from the house next door and refocus on the task at hand. I’m going to be working this job site for months to come; I’ll have plenty of time to interact with Lexi Carter.
    The day ends early since it’s Saturday. I’d never force the crew to work a solid day on the weekend unless it was absolutely necessary. Since we’re so early in this job, we’ll have the ability to gain some ground later on.
    I make sure the guys do a super good sweep of the job site, removing anything that could end up in her yard if there’s a stiff breeze. I shoot over a text to the cleanup crew to have them come out as soon as they can to scrape the buildup of mud on the road just off the property.
    What else did she complain about?
    Oh yes, the noise.
    Nothing I can really do about that, other than not work Saturdays. If everything goes as planned, Saturdays will be few and far between. I presume she leaves for work before the crew shows up during the week.
    I tap out a text to Kadin to let him know our progress for the day; then I plan to head over to Lexi’s and let her know that I’ve handled her grievances to the best of my abilities. In my wildest fantasies she repays my kindness with wild sex; in reality, more than likely, she’ll claw my eyes out.
    I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her clawing at me, especially my back, sounds like something I’d be interested in.
    My phone rings before I can step over the property line. I wander back toward the half-demolished house.
    “Hey,” I answer. “This property will be clear by close of business on Monday.”
    “Listen,” Kadin says into the phone. “They found out what’s wrong with Easton.”
    “Good damn thing,” I respond. “He’s been in the hospital for two fucking days. What’s wrong?”
    “Spinal meningitis,” Kadin says with an exhausted sigh.
    “Fuck,” I mutter. “That sounds extremely bad.”
    I slap myself on the forehead. I feel like a complete asshole for saying that. I have no damn filter. My mom’s been complaining about it since I said my first words.
    “Yeah,” Kadin agrees, clearly familiar with my issue. “They’ve started him on an antibiotic therapy, but he’ll be here for a while.”
    “How’s London?” I ask.
    “She’s,” he sighs again. “She won’t leave his side. Fuck,” he hisses. “I downplayed this, man. If she had caved and given in when I told her he was only teething, Easton would probably be dead. This is some serious shit he’s dealing with right now.”
    “Hey, you can’t think like that,” I say trying to console him through the phone. “He’s going to be okay, right?”
    “Yeah,” he answers. “The doctors think he’ll make a full recovery. It’s just going to be a while before he feels one hundred percent better.”
    “You have to focus on that, Kadin. Quit with the ‘what ifs’. They don’t help anyone.”
    He pulls the phone away and says something comforting to London.
    “What can I do to help?” I ask.
    I’d do whatever it takes to ease some of the stress they have resting on their shoulders.
    “I need you to watch the girls.”
    Except that.
    “Kegan? You there?” Kadin asks when all he gets is silence.
    I had nightmares after the girls went home Thursday evening. How Kadin and London trust me with their children, I’ll never understand.
    “What’s the game plan?” I ask reluctantly.
    “After church tomorrow. You can grab them from mom and dad’s house. They have a luncheon they can’t get out of. You can drop them back off there at five or so,” Kadin explains.
    I do the math in my head. That’s over four hours. I shudder at