Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
"Not much to tell. I organized a few things and played on my computer."
"Have you thought about searching for homes? It might take time to find a home you'll want." Truly notices the details when it comes to those things. She loves anything that's full of history with a story behind it. I'd searched long and hard for her wedding ring, knowing how important it would be to her.
“Shouldn’t we wait until things settle down?” I know without her saying that she’s talking about the situation with our parents. I hate that we have that still lingering over our heads. I know my girl's mind won’t be at ease until that issue is dealt with.
“We’ve waited long enough, Truly. It’s our time to live.” She nods but doesn’t say more. Shit, I’m not sure how to handle this now. I was going to tell her that things might take longer than I initially thought.
"But do we know where we'll be looking?"
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere?" Her brows rise.
"No harm searching." I should reach out to a realtor.
I'm sure Lauren will know a good one. One that will keep their mouths shut. I don't need word getting out that I'm moving, but people might believe it's only another house we're adding to our portfolio. I'm already making too many moves. I don't want to draw extra unneeded attention.
"I don't want to get my hopes up." Truly fidgets, buttoning and unbuttoning a button on my shirt.
"Get your hopes up because it's happening at some point."
"Some point," she repeats under her breath.
"Do you not want to move?" There is a shift in her mood, but maybe she's tired.
"I do." She pats the button once she gets it done again, sitting up straighter. "I'm in a funky mood is all."
"Then let me get you out of it." I cup the back of her neck with my hand and pull her in for a long, hard kiss. When I release her mouth, Truly's cheeks are flushed, and that softness in her features returns, making me relax more. "I'm going to feed you, soak you in a bath, and fuck the hell out of you," I tell her, making her laugh.
"I'm glad you're home early." It's seven; I wouldn't call that early, but for me, I suppose it is early.
"Can only stay away from you for so long."
"Maybe I'll bring you lunch tomorrow, and then you won't have to miss me so much."
"Don't worry about it. I'm working through them to get everything handled." Her shoulders drop a fraction. I don't want her to see the madness that has become my office. Truly is worried enough about her parents. I'm not going to lay everything else on her, not if I can get it all handled myself, but I also don't want her to think she's unwanted there. "If you want, you can. I just don't want you worrying over it."
"I want to fuss over my husband."
I want that too. I want to take care of my wife and all her needs, and I'll do whatever I have to so that all her dreams come true.
Chapter Seventeen
TRULY
“What the hell,” I grumble, pissed all the way off. I was looking forward to this evening. Blake and I are going to a charity event. I was excited to get dolled up and go out with him. Blake has been working like crazy. He still gets home at a decent time, but I can tell that he is preoccupied with work.
I’ve yet to speak to my parents, which I'm sure is driving them nuts. Oh, they can go months without bothering to check in, but the second they want contact with me, they better have it or they begin to lose their minds. I know I need to talk to them. Mabel’s words from the other day are still bouncing around in my head.
When Blake is away working, that's when the doubt bleeds in. The second he's through that door, it's washed away by how sweet he is. He can't keep his hands off me. He'll even take me in the middle of the night, hungry for more. Blake's touch and words are always so possessive. Those are the things that have me believing and trusting him.
My day was going pretty well until I got an email from Blake’s assistant. Now I find myself annoyed. How does she even have my information? I guess Blake gave it to her. The email is only confirming my schedule. There are a handful of people that will be coming today for nails, makeup, hair, and even wardrobe. All of them will be coming directly here. I still haven't ventured out much. Blake and I do, but I never go alone. If I am to leave, I must alert him.
I'm sure that man has alerts that are set up all on their own when anyone opens or closes that front door. Right now, however, I want to pop in on my husband. Is it childish? Likely, but it could give me a clue on how much I should trust him.