The Wife of a Lesser Man (LA Cops Series Book 1) Read Online Free

through a hallway similar to the one on the main floor.  My hands once again searched for the familiar texture in the wallpaper.  “Are you okay?”  Sarah asked with a puzzled look on her face.  “I don’t know,” I answered in a whisper.  “I will stay with you as long as you want, you know that, right?”  Sarah asked.  I nodded.
    Lily stopped in front of the door Mark’s room.  For a moment I felt weak again, like I was going to faint.  I closed my eyes tightly and recited a silent prayer to God.  I could feel Sarah’s hand steady me. Lily grabbed the chair under the window and placed it behind me.  I pushed the chair closer to Mark and leaned over so I could look at his eyes.  I reached up and stroked the side of his face softly.  The only words I could find were, “I love you.”  and I kissed him tenderly. 
    …
     
    Later that day, Mark underwent a procedure to unclog his arteries.  While he was recovering, we waited patiently.  It was me, Sarah and Richard, Mark’s former partner from the station.  Suddenly I heard a broken up snore come from behind me.  I let go of Mark’s hand and looked back at Richard, where I suspected the sound came from.  Richard had a deep grin on his face and his finger pointed devilishly at Sarah.  She sat in the chair, slumped over and her head rested on her arm, which was outstretched.  Her mouth was wide open and a bit of spittle had escaped and was gently trailing down her forearm.  He took a tray, covered it with cold water and dipped her hand in it.  We waited.  Richard’s face was that of a little boy’s; like he had just booby trapped his big brother’s room and was hiding in the closet, waiting for the bucket of oatmeal to pour down on his head.
    Suddenly Sarah’s head popped up and a bridge of spit formed in the sunshine that peeked through the window. 
    “What the fuck are you doing?” she said in her sleepy voice.  Then she tried to lift her outstretched arm unsuccessfully.  It had fallen asleep.  The image of her lifting her arm from the elbow using her opposing arm made me almost fall off the chair in laughter.  She looked like she was going to bat.  Richard had to put the tray down as he began to laugh so hard he nearly dropped it. 
    “You’re a fucking loser !” she said, smacking Richard with her good arm. 
    We were all laughing hysterically when we heard Mark clear his throat and say “That’s no language for a lady.”
    I turned around first and knocked the vomit tray over, spilling water all over Sarah.  Richard began to laugh again when Mark commented “There…..that oughta clean you up a bit.”  I looked at him and he winked.
    “How are you feeling?”  I asked.
    “Fine from what I can tell.” Sarah commented snidely.
    Richard, still laughing, walked towards the bathroom to get a towel and Mark added “All that water make you have to pee my boy?”
    Mark nodded in mock disbelief “I can’t get any sleep with all these children around.”  I looked at him and smiled.  His blue eyes seemed deeper as he looked at me.  His face almost seemed to return to normal as he awakened fully.
    As Richard bent down to soak up the water with the towel, Sarah took the first opportunity to kick him in the ass.  She did it gently, not enough to hurt and he commented, “Well, I guess I earned that, didn’t I?” 
    “Glad to see my misfortune hasn’t affected your sense of humour,” Mark joked.
    “Not at all buddy, how you doin’?”  Richard rose and shook Mark’s hand.
    Mark must have taken Richard’s question as rhetorical because all he did was shrug his shoulders in response and frown a bit, as if to say “Whatever.”
    “Well you definitely look better.” I commented.
    Sarah interjected, “Yeah, that sex change was really effective.”
    Mark retorted “Sex change?  No wonder my junk is killing me…I thought I’d been castrated.”  He said, lifting up the sheets and taking a look, mischievously