Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“He’s right,” I agree. “I just have to keep going through the motions. But if that day ever comes, I’ll make sure she understands that in one night, she changed something inside me. She made me fall for her, and while I can’t say that it’s love I’m feeling, I know I want to get to know her better. I want more of her time and her laughter. I want it all, and I can be patient when I need to be.”
“If you need help learning the play, we've got you.” Landry nods.
I laugh. “Thanks, man.” I’m not going to tell him I don’t need his help, because honestly, I don’t know. I could be dreaming, living in a fantasy land where my dream girl comes back to me. The chances of us meeting again are slim to none, but I have hope. The kind of chemistry we shared is once in a lifetime. Surely, the universe will bring that back to me, right? Back to us? It sounds out of reach even to my own ears, but I’m not giving up hope. Not yet. I told Bellamy that if I ever met my dream girl, I’d hold on tight. My grip was loose the first time around. The second, I’ll be sure she knows my intentions.
I just hope I get the chance. In the meantime, maybe I should take Landry up on his offer and learn the play. I don’t know much about being in a relationship, nothing really, except for the fact that I want one with her.
With my dream girl.
Chapter Six
Bellamy
It's been two weeks since I slipped out of my hotel room, quiet as a mouse. Two weeks, and I haven’t stopped thinking about the man I left behind. His presence still lingers in my thoughts, a quiet echo that refuses to fade. No matter how hard I’ve tried to forget him, I can’t.
It’s as if my mind and my body have decided that no other man exists in the world, at least not for me. I’ve never had the kind of connection with anyone as I did with Reid. It’s alarming and surprising, because let’s face it, men are jerks. Okay, maybe not all of them, and yes, I can admit that my opinions are skewed because of my father, who put his career above his family.
I don’t know what it’s going to take to get this man out of my head. The memory of my time with him is distracting me. Yesterday, my boss, Grant, was standing at my office door, watching me stare off into space. I’ll give you one guess as to what I was thinking about. Luckily, Grant Riggins and his brothers are laid back and easy to work for. He teased me for it, asked me his question, and then disappeared back into his office.
Something's got to give. I can’t keep this up. Reid was just a man. A man who will forever hold a piece of my past, one I’ll never forget, but it was my choice to sneak out, so I need to deal with the consequences and stop thinking about a stranger I’ll never see again.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I answer without seeing who it is.
“Bellamy? I expected your voicemail,” my dad greets me. From the sound of his voice, he’s happy he reached me.
Inwardly, I groan. Fucking Reid and his sexy abs. He distracted me again, because my dad’s right, he would have gotten my voicemail otherwise. “Hi,” I say, trying to keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“It’s so good to hear your voice, sweetheart.”
Good thing he can’t see me rolling my eyes. “What’s up?” I ask, not bothering with pleasantries. Not with him. He made his choice.
“How have you been?” he asks.
“Fine.”
He sighs, and the sound is heavy even through the line. “Listen, there’s this work thing—the one I mentioned to you last summer. I’d really love it if you would come. It’s family day,” he explains.
“I wish I could, but I’m busy.”
“I didn’t tell you when it was,” he counters.
“Work is swamped right now, Dad.”
“It’s the first week of July—in two weeks. Sweetheart, I’d really love to see you,” he says, and I can hear the longing in his voice, but he’s about fifteen years too late.
“Sorry,” I tell him, even though I’m not. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive him for leaving us. He put his job first, leaving Mom and me on our own.
“I’ll send you the details, in case you change your mind. I really hope you do.”
“We’ll see,” I tell him, just like my mom used to when I’d ask for something when I was little and she damn well knew I wasn’t going to get it. I should feel guilty for giving him an inch of false hope, but in his gut, he knows that I won’t be there. It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than an invitation to a work thing, as he called it, to move our relationship forward.