Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“We should head out,” he says, guiding us to the door with his arm still around my waist. When we step out of the suite, Harry is there, pushing a cleaning cart. “We’re heading out,” Foster tells him.
“You kids have a good rest of your day. Miss Eden, it was a pleasure to meet you.”
“You, too, Harry.” I smile at him.
Foster leads us outside and back to his car. He opens the door for me and waits for me to get buckled in before driving me home.
When I make it into my apartment, I move toward the window and wave. He honks, sticks his hand out the window with a wave, and drives away. I’m pretty sure if Landry hadn’t called when he did, Foster was going to kiss me.
I really wanted him to kiss me.
Chapter Eleven
Foster
* * *
“There’s no way I’m not getting drenched in that,” Eden says as she glances out the living room window at the torrential rain falling from the sky.
“Oh, you’re not leaving,” I tell her. “Not in this.” She parts her lips to argue when her phone rings. “Take it,” I tell her. She nods and answers.
“Oh no,” she says. “Thank you, and thank you for the offer, but I’m all set.” She listens for a few more seconds. “Yes, that’s fine. We’ll reschedule,” she tells the caller, whom I can only assume is Carrie. “Love you, too. Bye.” She hangs up. “Well, that was Carrie. Their power went out, and they’re headed to Nick’s parents’ place. She offered for me to go with them, but I declined.”
“Yes!” I pump my fist in the air.
“What are you all excited about?” she asks, and there’s a hint of hurt in her eyes.
“I get the birthday girl all to myself.”
She smiles. “You fed me birthday cupcakes, and you took me out to lunch when I was supposed to be working,” she reminds me.
“Yeah, but I didn’t give you your gift yet. I was waiting until the end of the day before you left. And it might not have been delivered until about thirty minutes ago,” I admit sheepishly.
Her eyes light up, but she says, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I wanted to. Now, because of the weather, you’re stuck with me. I get to eat all three meals today with the birthday girl.” I wink at her. “Speaking of, what do you want for dinner?”
“Anything, but this isn’t necessary.”
“It’s happening, babe. We’re having dinner, more cupcakes, and you’re opening your gift. I’ll even let you pick the movie,” I tell her, and she smiles.
She takes two steps toward me and offers me her hand. I take it without hesitation and allow her to pull me to the kitchen. “Whatever it is, let’s make it together,” she says, glancing at me from over her shoulder.
She leads us to the pantry, and we step inside. On instinct, I pull her into my chest and rest my chin on her head. “Anything standing out to you?”
She points to a boxed pizza kit on the second shelf. “Do you have cheese?”
“I’m pretty sure, I do.” Reaching around her, I grab the box and back out of the pantry to check the refrigerator for cheese. “Success!” I say, holding up the bag of shredded mozzarella cheese.
“Is it expired?” she asks, her tone light and teasing.
“No. It’s not expired.” I stick my tongue out at her, and she laughs. Rushing toward her, I scoop her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her the short distance to the island before putting her down, and we’re both laughing. “You can supervise,” I tell her.
“Oh, you know that means I get to boss you around, right?” she asks.
I don’t know why I do it, but I place my hands on her thighs, and she widens them, allowing me to step close. “You know I’ll let you, right?” I ask, kissing the top of her nose. She giggles, and I want to bottle the sound.
I don’t know how it happened, but since the first morning we shared breakfast together, we’ve grown closer with each passing day. So much so that I look forward to seeing her, and I miss her on the days when she’s not here.
How did I let that happen?
Honestly, I’m not sure, but I know the weekends are the worst. That’s my longest stretch without seeing her. It feels like she’s mine, and I know she’s not, but when she’s here, when we’re together, just the two of us, it feels like it.
It might also have something to do with the fact that Landry told the guys, and they all want to meet my mystery girl. I’ve been blowing them off because that’s not what we are, but right now, in this moment, she sure as hell feels like she’s mine.