Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
She hated to get wet, didn’t like getting dirty and preferred not to lay on the floor.
She liked to be left alone, and it was very rare that she would seek attention.
She’d just now gotten to the point where she didn’t get up and leave when Mig was in the room.
If it were any other person, you wouldn’t see her at all.
I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to Casten bringing her in a car over three hundred miles.
It would be fun times, indeed!
Mig rolled his eyes. “He’s already got the ‘Hoe cleaned out for Katy’s cage and all her numerous belongings.”
He looked pointedly at the doggie pillow.
“What?” I asked in affront.
“I’ve never in my life seen a dog need a pillow for less than a week of vacation. What’s wrong with bringing her food dishes, food, and leash?” Mig asked.
I snorted. “You’ve obviously never owned a pet before. You have to give them what they want to make them comfortable since they’ll be in a new place.”
He blinked. “It’s a dog, not a child.”
I shrugged. “Same thing to me.”
I vaguely heard him mutter something close sounding to ‘not the same thing at all’ but chose not to acknowledge it.
I followed behind him as he led me out to his bike.
“And he’s going to bring my other suitcase, right?” I asked.
Mig nodded but didn’t turn around.
“And what about the car seat and the baby bag—just in case?” I continued.
It wouldn’t do to not be prepared.
I’d done all the hard parts: unpacking everything from the bags, washing all the clothes, and getting the diaper bag stocked with the essentials according to my mom’s instructions.
I was ready to roll, so to speak.
Now all we needed was the baby.
I felt like I was looking in from the outside, though.
Once he or she was here, what would I do?
Would he ask me to help? Would he ask me to leave and give him some time?
He’d made an off the wall comment about asking his mother to come help when the baby arrived, but he hasn’t said another word about it.
Now I was left wondering.
And I hated being in the dark.
“Can we stop by my parent’s place before we go? I want to pick up something she made for me,” I said.
My mother had called saying she’d had a dream about me last night, and that she’d made me some cookies because she couldn’t sleep after waking up from her nightmare.
So, being the good daughter that I was, I’d go reassure her and take my cookies…because who would pass up fresh-baked cookies from their mom?
“Your parents live close to your sister, right?” He asked as he turned around, leaning against the bike.
He looked so sexy.
The morning rays of sunshine were filtering through a large, white, fluffy cloud that was passing in front of the sun.
Him leaning against his bike, wearing his Uncertain Saints MC cut, dark washed jeans and black boots, in the soft morning sunlight gave him an almost sleepy, sexy glow. It made him look like the sexiest man alive.
I had to resist the urge to lick my lips.
“Yeah, they’re about two minutes from Tasha,” I confirmed.
He nodded, holding out his hand for me.
“Your dad going to be home?” He asked once I placed my hand in his.
I shrugged. “Maybe…maybe not. He does a lot of fishing now that he’s retired. And it’s a pretty nice day out today. I highly doubt that he would. My mom will be though.”
He grinned.
“Moms like me,” he teased.
I had no doubt that they did.
My mom was a woman after all, and although she was a married woman, she wasn’t blind and could certainly appreciate the sight of a hot guy just as well as a single woman.
“What woman doesn’t like you?” I asked.
He took the only bag that he’d allowed me to carry with us and shoved it unceremoniously into one of the huge saddle bags that had showed up on his bike this morning.
I had to laugh when he barely got it to close.
He shot me a disgruntled look.
And I pretended to zip my mouth shut and throw away the key.
“Funny, but I don’t believe for a second that you’ll really zip it,” he grumbled.
Mig was in a weird mood.
It upset him every time he looked at me and saw my mouth swollen from my fall.
He was also upset that his ex-wife called him four times—four times— during the night because she was ‘scared,’ even though she knew that Casten was right there in the next room.
He looked tired, even with his sunglasses on.
“Well, let’s go then,” he said, straddling the bike.
I mounted behind him, making the comment that he needed to scooch his booty forward so I could sit comfortably behind him.
“There’s a seat back there,” he said.
I looped my arms around his belly and leaned my head against his back once I had my helmet on, then nodded.