Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Down Bad Madden—yes, the nickname had stuck, much to his eternal irritation—had been traded last year to the Brewers, and by that time he and Eve had been all too ready to move out of Manhattan and find their forever home.
This was it.
That truth was apparent in the happiness he witnessed from the driveway, watching the love of his life and every life to come, looking so beautifully secure. Did he have a lot to do with that security? Madden hoped so. But Eve had achieved it for herself too. After going back to school for business while they still lived in New York, she’d recently started a commercial interior design firm from scratch. She’d named it Gilded, a nod to the burlesque club she’d decorated so lovingly once upon a time.
A club that still thrived under its new ownership back in Cumberland.
Inside the house, Madden watched Eve accept the five-month-old baby from Skylar, cuddling the child close and swaying with her around the kitchen, probably singing one of Veda’s most recent hits. And Madden smiled, knowing the frequent visits from Elton, Veda, Skylar, Robbie, and the baby, not to mention Lark and Landon—now twelve years old—were enough for her. Him as well. They didn’t plan on having children of their own, but they got a lot of enjoyment spoiling the kids in their lives when given the chance.
Eager to hear his wife’s voice, Madden swung his equipment bag onto his shoulder, giving the purple Christmas lights a final, prolonged look before walking into the house to a chorus of greetings, the sweetest of which came from his Eve.
And always would.