Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Roof is off,” I confirm to him, “and everyone is in one piece.” I look at the room, seeing that he’s about done with the built-ins that Sierra mentioned that first time. I contacted my guy on the side and gave him a brief idea of what I wanted with the measurements and a picture of the wall, and he did the rest. I just hope that she is going to like it when she finally sees it, since I’m surprising her with it.
“So you decided to come and visit one of the job sites, or did you come for something else?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up.
“I’m taking Sierra out,” I tell him, and he chuckles. “This looks good.” I do a chin jerk toward what he’s doing. “Think they’ll be finished by this week?”
“Probably.” He takes a look at his work. “That is what I planned anyway. We’re starting the bedrooms tomorrow, so I hope I timed it properly.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I confirm, looking toward the stairs. “I’ll—”
“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out of here. Some of us actually have to work and not just pretend,” he says, chuckling and going back to work. I go up the stairs two at a time and find her door closed. I knock once before I open it and stick my head in, seeing her sitting at her desk. She turns in her white chair toward me, her face filling with a huge smile.
“You really aren’t going to let me go at this alone.” She crosses one leg over the other placing her elbows on the arm rests. Her head tilts to the side and I can’t help but smile.
“I really am not going to let you go there alone,” I confirm to her. “You look beautiful.” I tell her what I was thinking before smiling. “Now, are you ready?”
“Yes.” She gets up, and I see she’s wearing a pair of tight black jeans with a burnt-orange long-sleeved sweater that is tucked in the front but flows at the sides. “I’m ready.”
“Are you forgetting something?” I ask her when she grabs her purse from the bed and walks over to me.
“Should I get a jacket?” she asks, and I smirk. She looks over at the window, then back at me. “It looks like it’s nice outside. Is the sun deceiving?”
“You forgot to kiss me hello,” I tell her, bending my head to the side to kiss her. One hand comes up to cup her jaw and the other wraps around her to bring her closer to me.
I sweep my tongue into her mouth before letting her mouth go. Her eyes flutter open. “Is that a thing now?” she asks, wiping her lip gloss off my lips before I slide my hand off of her waist and into her hand and turn to walk out of her room.
We walk down the steps hand in hand as we pass the living room. “We’re out,” I tell Theo, who just nods at me as I pull her out the door. I walk her over to my truck, opening the door for her.
“Oh, is this what to expect on our date?” she questions me as she gets in the truck. “The whole gentleman thing?”
“I’m always a gentleman,” I remind her.
“Not really,” she retorts and I gasp, putting my hands on my hips, “you made me do all the work yesterday.”
“You jumped on me and straddled me. I thought my dick was going to explode in my pants.” I point at her. “Do you know how painful that was?”
“That wouldn’t happen if you let me take them off.” She reaches for the door handle and slams the door in my face.
I shake my head and look up at the sky before walking around and getting into the truck. “Oh, also, guess who had another match today?” I look over at her. “A second cousin and he’s young, so he probably has email, unlike my fourth cousin whose kids probably did it for her.”
“Fingers crossed,” I tell her. Another thing we’ve done in the last two days is try to eliminate all of John’s twelve kids. Checking all the census records and then the marriage certificates is definitely cool. She also caved and hired a genealogist to see if they could help her.
We pull up at the sheriff’s station and I get out, round the truck, and see her slam the truck door. “You okay?” I ask her as I see her shake both of her hands as if she’s trying to fling something away from them.
“Yes or no. I don’t know” ”—she takes a deep breath, wiping her hands on the front of her jeans—“let’s just go in there and get this thing over with.”
“Or we leave and we can pretend that this never happened?” I give her a chance to turn around but she just shakes her head, so I slip my hand in hers and she doesn’t take it out, so I bring it to my lips before I open the glass door with my free hand, holding it open at the top as she walks in.