Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I think that might be smart,” I admitted before my phone rang.
Seeing that it was my brother, I answered it immediately.
“Kenny, what’s up?” I asked.
“That pick-up you just gave me, it’s in the middle of nowhere, and I have no clue where I am. The number you gave me is disconnected, and I don’t know where to go,” he said without preamble.
“Give me a second,” I said as I started looking into the information. “Directions on their website say that Google Maps sends you to the wrong location. You have to follow the direction on their website.” I paused. “I gave you those directions as well, is that what you followed? Also, what number do you have?”
He read me off the number.
“No, that’s wrong. It should be 5503, not 5530.” I explained. “Now, did you follow the directions in the notes that I sent out with this run, or did you ignore them and get on Google Maps?”
“I got on Google Maps,” he muttered. “Can you read me the directions?”
I did, ending with, “Does that help you any?”
“Yes,” he grumbled. “Now I have to turn this big bitch around in the smallest road possible.” He sighed. “Thanks, Bake.”
He hung up without saying another word, and I put the phone down and messaged the supplier we were doing the pickup to tell him Kenny was on his way, but had to get turned around.
Before I sent the message, my breasts started to pulse, reminding me that I had been here in Copper’s office long enough that I needed to get down to the second floor to feed Holt or my boobs would explode.
I started rubbing them, only to realize how inappropriate that was, and looked up to see if I’d been caught.
I had been.
Copper’s eyes were on me.
There was no expression in them, but he’d been watching me massage them unrepentantly.
“I need to go down to feed Holt,” I said, feeling my cheeks flame.
I was too used to being at the house, practically by myself, while I worked.
I needed to get a better handle on that.
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked, leaning forward so his big arms rested on his desk.
The muscles in his biceps were testing the strength of his dress shirt—when had he taken his suit jacket off?
My eyes traveled over his chest, and wetness started to leak out of my breasts.
I groaned and looked down to see two huge wet spots on my shirt.
“Shit,” I grumbled.
He took in my predicament, then said, “I’ll go get him. You can feed him here, then I’ll send someone to bring you a shirt.”
“I have one in my purse,” I muttered. “I’m used to this. But I wouldn’t say no to you bringing him to me.”
He winked and left, leaving me to leak some more on my shirt.
Shit.
If I had the capacity to feel embarrassed right now, my cheeks would be flaming.
Instead, I just felt…indifference.
It was just like any other day.
Why would I think this one would be any different?
Copper came back with my kid on his shoulder five minutes later, walking straight to me.
“You need anything else?” he asked as he handed Holt off to me.
I took Holt and stared into his happy eyes.
So often, I was used to him crying that I’d never gotten the chance to really study his face.
“Does it make me a bad mom that I didn’t think of taking him to the chiropractor?” I asked. “I went to his pediatrician literally once a week since he was born, sure there was something wrong with him. They always said he just had colic.”
I ran my finger over my nose that just so happened to be in my baby’s face.
“You’re not the expert. They are. They didn’t mention it, it’s their bad, not yours.”
“He looks nothing like his father,” I mumbled. “He’s all me.”
“Good.” Copper retook his seat. “Maybe he’ll have your personality and your smarts, too. Then you can say it was truly you that put all the work into makin’ him.”
“Are you hungry?” I asked Holt.
“They said they were about to feed him his first bottle,” Copper said as he swung his desk chair around to face the Dallas skyline.
I took that as my cue to get my boobs situated, and laid Holt down on his side.
We’d done this a thousand times before, but this time felt different. Like I was looking at things through a clear glass window instead of a foggy one.
“I contemplated suicide,” I said softly, knowing Copper would hear. “The only thing that stopped me was the idea of leaving Holt to a man like Joey. He’d have a horrible life.”
“If you ever feel like that again,” Copper said fiercely. “You’ll tell me immediately. I’ll give you everything in my power to give, and make sure that you never feel like that ever again.”