Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“That was on our agenda,” Boone grumbled as he continued to read. The longer he read, the more frowny his frown became. “But you kept telling me that she wasn’t going to be moving around for at least half a year, and we had time.”
“That makes sense,” I said.
His brows furrowed. “What the fuck?”
I knew what he was reading.
Apparently, my old team had failed to pay for my apartment this month like was written into my contract, and I had thirty-six hours to remove my belongings, or they were going to trash it all.
And, seeing as I had no memory of anything to fight it, we were left with few options.
“So…” I said. “Fancy a ride to Miami?”
He didn’t sleep with me.
Which made me mad.
I tossed and turned for hours before I finally got up and went in search of him.
I found him on the couch, asleep, but with a frown on his face.
I should probably let him sleep.
We had a flight out of Bozeman tomorrow that we had to get up early for, and we literally only had a few more hours of sleep left.
But I couldn’t sleep.
Or, more importantly, I couldn’t sleep without him.
I didn’t know why or how, I just knew that everything would be better if I crawled onto that couch with him.
Plus, it really didn’t look like he was sleeping all that well, either.
He was tossing and turning, even in the few short moments that I’d been watching him. His arm had lifted and dropped above his head three times. His left leg came up and went down. Right leg up and down.
Yeah, this would be better for both of us. I knew it.
Decision made, I tiptoed toward the couch, hoping I could just scooch into the couch without him noticing.
I carefully went to the back of the couch and slid down between the couch cushions and him.
As I did, I shoved him right off the couch.
“What…” He hit with a thump, and I covered my mouth with my hand to keep the laughter at bay.
I looked over the side of the couch and stared at his wide eyes as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. He seemed really irritated.
“I’m sorry.”
He moved his head so that he could see me more clearly.
His face cleared so fast of the frustration that I would’ve thought I’d imagined it had I not seen it with my own eye seconds before I’d spoken.
He crawled back onto the couch and went in on his side so that we could both lie on the couch without falling off.
Miscalculation on my part.
His arms went around me and he scooted even closer, leaving no space between us.
When he was in place, he reached for the blanket that was still on the floor and tugged it over the both of us.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I breathed, inhaling his scent.
Outside.
Why did he always smell like outside?
I loved it.
The baby that was now being smushed between us chose that moment to kick.
Hard.
He chuckled, and I felt the vibration of that sound all the way to my toes.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to make you fall.”
He rumbled something deep in his throat, but I was already falling asleep in his arms.
Right where I knew I should be.
Twenty-Six
Sorry for being anxious earlier. I have no idea if everything will be fine.
—Nettie to Boone
Boone
She was home, but she wasn’t.
It was the hardest thing that I’d ever experienced in my life.
Even worse, now we were on a plane to Miami, a day after she got out of the hospital.
Not to mention, she was seven and a half months pregnant, and the thought of her being on a plane really struck terror through my veins.
Luckily, she was insanely healthy. The baby was doing great, according to the best doctors in Montana, and the flight wasn’t overly long.
I strapped my belt around my waist and leaned over to make sure that Nettie’s was in place, too.
“You let me know if anything hurts, okay?” I ordered.
She held up her hand in the Boy Scout’s promise.
I rolled my eyes and stowed her tray table back where it belonged.
She squirmed in the first-class seat before saying, “This seat is really uncomfortable.”
I’d imagine so. Especially if I had a baby already restricting my movement.
“Did you go through my emails yet?” she asked.
We didn’t know why the team had been so overly hostile toward Nettie.
Well, memory-damaged Nettie didn’t.
But I was sure that non-damaged memory knew damn well why her team owner and manager were being so hostile.
She was probably trying to save me from feeling badly about knocking her up, that was why she was keeping me from it.
“No, but I have a buddy on it,” I said just as my phone dinged.
She looked at me expectantly, and I pulled my phone out.
“It’s here,” I said.
“Prepare for takeoff,” the pilot said to the flight attendants.