Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Now, I just needed to figure out what I was going to do with the knowledge I now had. Grit loved me. He wanted me to stick around. To stay.
And God, I wanted to stay, too… because I was pretty sure I was also in love with Grit.
By the time I took a shower and made my way downstairs, Grit had breakfast waiting for me at the bar, along with a cup of coffee made just how I liked it, and he was already in the chapel with Blink, Carver, and Carter, the door shut to keep their conversations private.
“Good morning,” Lindsey greeted, a warm smile on her face. Jennifer emerged from the kitchen, a mug of coffee in her hands. “Sleep well?”
I nodded, lying like I did every morning. For the most part, I truly did sleep well. It was when Grit left the bed for his morning run that the flashbacks and nightmares hit me, like my subconscious mind knew he was no longer there to protect me and wanted to torment me.
“You look like something is on your mind,” Jennifer said, leaning against the bar and arching a brow at me. “Wanna talk about it?”
I did want to talk about what I’d overheard that morning, but could I trust Jennifer and Lindsey to not tell Grit? Their loyalty lied with him, not me. He was their family.
“Whatever it is,” Lindsey said, her voice softening, “we won’t tell any of the guys. Not even Grit. Everything we talk about is always discussed in confidence. Us girls have to stick together.” Her smile was warm, and some of the tension in my chest bled away.
I blew out a soft breath as I chewed on a piece of bacon. “I overheard Grit and Carter talking this morning. Heard Grit say he… loves me,” I said, my voice a mere whisper, as if I was terrified of my voice carrying to Grit. And in a way, I was. But it still also felt surreal, and I was scared if I spoke about it too loudly, it would suddenly not be real.
“He does,” Jennifer said with a shrug. I blinked at her. “What?” she asked. “Girl, that man is head over heels in love with you. All of us see it. Just… tell him. Tell him you overheard or eavesdropped—” she winked at me when my cheeks colored— “and tell him how you feel, too. Life is too short to keep feelings like yours and his under wraps.”
“These men, while they can definitely be assholes, love hard,” Lindsey told me. Jennifer nodded in agreement. “Tell him how you feel.”
I blew out a soft breath and nodded. “Yeah… okay.” A tiny smile tilted my lips. “I’ll tell him how I feel… at some point.”
Jennifer nodded. “Good.” The chapel doors opened, and she smiled. “Now, what do we say about having a bit of a girl’s day? Do each other’s nails?”
“Sounds good to me,” Lindsey said. She looked at me. “You in?”
My smile came easily, all while warmth slid through my veins. “I’m definitely in.”
10
Grit
Ileaned my head back, letting the hot water beat down on my skull. The day had been uneventful, much like the past few weeks since I’d rescued Nicole and put a bullet through the mother fuckers who’d dared to touch her. And while uneventful days were good days because it meant everyone was safe, I was growing antsy. I needed action. I needed the Lockheart MC taken care of, and I was sure my brothers were beginning to feel the same restlessness.
But they’d gone underground, and nothing short of leaving the women and Erik unprotected would bring them out. Of that, I was sure. And that option wasn’t even on the fucking table.
I tensed when the bathroom door opened. “What?” I griped. Only one of the guys would dare to just walk into my fucking bathroom while I was showering. Our days in the military had created a serious lack of boundaries between the four of us.
“It’s just me,” Nicole softly replied.
Fuck. What the hell was she doing in here while I was showering? And why hadn’t she knocked? “Is something wrong?” I asked, already thinking the worst. Had the Lockheart MC shown up? Was there danger?
“No!” she hurried to say. “No, nothing like that.” My eyes widened when she pushed the shower curtain back enough to step inside the tub with me. She was naked, every beautiful curve on display. Her fingers nervously tapped along her thighs, but she bravely met my heated gaze, even while she swallowed thickly, giving away her nerves. “I’m tired of tiptoeing around our feelings, Grit.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, uncaring that my hard cock was on proud display for her. One of my eyebrows lifted. “Tiptoeing around our feelings?” I questioned, wondering where the hell she was getting at with this.