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)
“Seems like you forgot to tell me a lot,” I scolded her.
She looked up at me with those champagne eyes that I loved so much and admitted, “I kind of wish that I’d told you now. But if I was protecting you from this bullshit, after hearing about your mother…”
She had a point.
I’d had a lot on my plate.
“What a mess,” I sighed as I brought her hand up to my mouth to kiss. “We’ll figure it out, though.”
“Is the moving company there already, do you think?” she asked.
I’d called a twenty-four-hour moving company in Miami last night and given them the apartment manager’s information. I’d told them to meet us there later this afternoon after our flight landed.
“I wanted to get there first and get the lay of the land,” I said. “Plus, I’d think you would want to pick through some of your stuff and make sure that they weren’t touching any of your valuables.”
She pursed her lips. “I guess that’s true.”
It was really true when we got to her apartment seven hours later and found her collection of dildos.
One, in particular, caught my eye.
It was a direct replica of me.
I remembered very specifically when we’d done it.
I was seventeen and the thought of doing it had been so exciting that I hadn’t balked when she’d waved the kit in front of me a few days before she’d left for college.
I actually burst out laughing when I saw it in her nightstand drawer.
“Whoa,” she said as she picked it up. “Why are there four of the same one?”
I picked up the original and held it out with a huge grin on my face. “This is the one that I made when you went to college.”
She blinked.
“These.” I picked up the other three in assorted colors. “Are likely the clones of this one.”
She giggled. “Seems like I might have had an attachment to you.”
“I’d say,” I teased as I stuffed them all into a bag that would be checked on our flight back home.
She slowly started to rub her belly as she walked around the room.
She stopped in front of a photo and stared.
I walked up behind her to see one of the first photos that we’d ever taken together.
It’d always been attached to her vanity mirror every time I’d dropped in to see her.
Yeah, neither one of us had ever given up on the other.
That much was obvious.
She slowly reached out and pulled the photo free of the mirror.
It had years of tape lines on it. It’d been bent. But it was still her most prized photo.
Just like the one that I kept in my hat of her. Of the ones that’d been in my truck.
“I…”
She lifted her hand to her head and gasped.
I froze, my hand halfway outstretched to catch her if she fell.
Then she whirled.
I caught her when she threw herself at me, pulling her in close as she started to sob.
“Baby, what…”
“I remember.” She sniffled. “I’m so sorry!”
Relief hit me like a battering ram straight to the chest.
I squeezed her just a little bit tighter, and the baby between us protested by kicking out at the solid wall of my belly.
“So grumpy,” she teased as she wiggled. “I’m sorry for not telling you about the team. They were being handled, and I really was going to tell you, but shit. Everything was just going by really fast and they were the last thing on my mind thanks to your mother’s shit. Plus…I wanted to handle this one on my own. They’ve been a pain in my ass for years. I wanted to stick it to them all on my own.”
I ran my hand up the back of her shirt and nuzzled her throat.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said. “We would’ve had to come here and do this anyway. Best to get it out of the way now so we don’t have to come with an infant after she’s born.”
She blew out a relieved breath against my throat.
Then said, “I never wanted you to see my Boone collection.”
I frowned and pulled back. “Your what?”
“That’s Boone two.” She pointed at the first dildo we’d ever made together. “The rest are Boone three through Boone five. Just in case Boone two ever failed.”
I threw back my head and laughed.
There was a pounding on the wall to the left of us.
“That’s the starting right midfielder,” she said. “She’s the best. Really.”
I popped her bra strap, and she snickered. “Let’s get to work.”
It took us two hours to get the stuff packed that she didn’t want the movers to touch.
We had two very full checked bags to take with us, and we let the movers in to do the rest of the work.
“You got it from here?” I asked the main guy.
He was a hulking man who towered over my six-foot-two height.