Finding Stone (The Stone Brothers Series) (Volume 1) Read Online Free PDF

catch.” He’s acting like he throwing a rod out like he’s fishing. I can’t help but laugh. I notice he has a small cut over his eyebrow. This guy is lucky, but he’s going to feel it tomorrow.

Noah
    I watch as a guy approaches Molly. Instantly I'm on alert. I wait because I don't want to expose myself if I don't have too. She seems to be laughing. Is she giving him a field sobriety test? He has his arms to his side and starts walking forward. Shit, he is drunk. He makes it a couple steps before face planting.
    I decide to wait. Molly is helping him to his feet. She walks him back to the bench and kneels in front of him. When he is under the light, I see blood over his eye. Shit. I have to go over.
    "Hey. What happened?"
    He's drunk. He fell."
    I look at the guy and ask, "Do you mind if I take a look? I’m a doctor."
    "Have at it.” It's not deep. A little bit of surgical glue should take care of it.
    "Hey. The cut isn't deep, but you should head over to the E.R."
    "No. I was about to prove to this smoking hot girl that she oughta go out with me."
    "Alright Romeo. Stand up. Let’s get you to the hospital. Lucky for you it's on my way.” I know I must be looking at her like she has two heads. What is she thinking? Does she think that I would actually let her go anywhere alone with a strange guy, a drunken one at that?
    "Okay baby! But only if I can walk behind you and enjoy the view."
    Molly laughs, “That’s enough. Come on.”
    "Actually I’ll go with you. Looks like we are all headed that way; I’m parked at the hospital. ."
    "Man, you sure are a cockblocker."
    Molly jumps in and says, "Okay, okay. No one is cockblocking anyone. Remember, I told you, you aren't my type."
    "Oh yeah." he says laughing. "Dammit. This guy’s your type."
    "Don't worry buddy. He isn't my type either." I feel a stab of disappointment.
    "He is isn't he? He’s sober. You said sober was your type." I can’t help but laugh out loud.
    "Yes, yes, I said sober was my type. I didn't say that Dr. Stone is my t...oh hell." She says flustered.
    She is ten shades of red. I can’t hide the enjoyment that this conversation is bringing me.
    "Yeah Molly. Tell us all about your type? Sober and what else?" I tease her.
    "You all leave me alone. I’m only trying to be nice and look where it’s getting me. What are you doing here anyways? Weren’t you leaving awhile ago?” She is clearly getting embarrassed and upset.
    "I wasn't finished with my run. I like to finish my runs over here. It's further in and more quiet." I say, praying she doesn't question. I'm lying out of my ass.
    She looks straight at me. I wonder if she’s going to call me out. "Well I’ve had about enough of this day, let’s get going."  
    "Can I at least get your number, Molly? I like Molly. It rhymes with Dolly. Your breast aren't quite Dolly's, but big enough for me to motorboat.” The drunk starts making a motor sound. Now I am pissed.
    This guy needs to shut up. “Enough already buddy. Enough!”
    Molly flushes. I notice she is looking anywhere, but at me.
    "Standup. I'll alert the E.R. so someone can meet us at the front." I know he'll sit for several hours before they attend to him. By the time he gets seen, he will be sober and hurting, serves him right.
    We walk listening to this guy ramble on and on. I stopped listening to his ramblings and start thinking about her. She’s the last thing I need to be thinking about, wondering about her type, wondering about her tits... They are very nice though. I wonder what they would look like in my...
    "Hello… Dr. Stone, we’re here.” I shake my head.  
    "I guess this means goodnight darling. If I were sober, we could be hiding behind the bushes going at it like rabbits."
    I want to rip this guy’s vocals cords out.
    Molly looks at the drunk. You can tell she’s had enough. She grabs him by his shirt and says, "All right you little shit. I have been giving you the benefit of doubt, you being drunk and all. I love