Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I frowned. “I don’t know. Whenever they want, I guess. I’m not really that big on harping on their every move.”
“Open the door for me when I stop by later,” he ordered.
That’s when I fully understood where his thoughts were headed.
“I’m on my period,” I pointed out.
His eyes gleamed for a few seconds before he said, “And?”
Seventeen
What the fuck, over.
—Text from Searcy to Posy
SEARCY
I was a multi-millionaire.
It was official.
I stared at all the zeros in the bank account that I’d created not only out of town, but out of state as well.
$327,999,934.78
The number seemed unreal to me.
I kept making small purchases to see if the money was going to go down.
And sure enough, the sixty-seven twenty-two that I’d spent was gone.
And I still had almost three hundred and twenty-eight million left.
My heart was going fucking crazy.
I’d spent the entire morning creating accounts for the kids that were also tied to the trust I’d created. I’d deposited a million into each account so far, and still, I had a cool three hundred and twenty-eight million left.
I’d not gone to work in the three weeks since I’d started the process of claiming the money.
In that time, I’d been planning.
My mom thought that I wasn’t working because I was punishing her for being gone so long.
My sister, Calliope, thought I wasn’t working because I had finally taken off in my career, something I’d cultivated to make it seem like the reason I’d had money.
Meanwhile, I’d been contacting all kinds of people to figure out what my next step was.
Harrington had offered up quite a few individuals that would be able to help me with investing the money. He’d also helped set me up with a few insurance policies that he explained were necessary to protect me and the kids from any and all things.
He called it a balloon policy.
I called it a money grab.
But if he insisted that I needed it, who was I to say that I didn’t?
All the while, Posy came around each and every night.
At first, it was only to grab sex here and there.
But then, it’d turned into him eating lunch with me, Kent and Anders.
Tonight it was him coming over while the kids were gone.
Kent and Anders were at sleepovers, Calliope was who the fuck knew where, and I had my first free night in what felt like forever.
The possibilities were endless.
I was so dang excited that I couldn’t stop myself from closing my computer—it was better to look at a big bank balance on a bigger screen—that I hastily ran to my room to get changed into running clothes.
With it being as hot as it was, and nine in the morning, I didn’t put on many clothes.
Only a pair of shorts that were on their last legs, a sports bra, and a pair of non-holey socks.
Once I was in the living room, I shoved my feet into my tennis shoes, grabbed my phone off the counter, and headed out the door.
The oppressive heat slapped me in the face, but I didn’t let that stop me from vaulting off my porch and starting my run.
The excitement for what I’d just seen on my computer had me running way faster than I’d ever run before.
I even waved at people as I made my way through town.
By the time that I arrived at the ranch, I was sweating like a pig, but I still had that stupid smile on my face.
Oh, and my heart rate? It was through the roof.
But the moment I turned the corner that would lead me into Posy’s driveway and I saw the man on the back of the horse, my heartbeat was high for an altogether different reason.
Because my man was on the back of a horse, shirtless in the pair of the tightest Wranglers that I’d ever seen, riding around a paddock with another horse in front of him.
He had a saddle on the beautiful horse, but nothing else, as the three of them rode in circles.
I stopped at the edge of the fence and climbed it, twisting around like I’d seen a lot of men do in my time visiting Posy at his ranch, and parked my sweaty behind on the upper rung.
He caught the movement, but he didn’t slow.
What he did do was flash me a beautiful smile that did all kinds of things to my heart.
And that smile was the only thing I could see because his baseball cap was pulled down low over his eyes, shielding them from the sun.
I found that I loved the hats Posy wore.
I loved when I caught him in his cowboy hat.
I loved even more when I caught him with his backward baseball cap.
But man, when he had that hat facing right, and all I could see was that sexy grin of his, it seriously did things to my insides.