No Strings Read Online Nikki Ash

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“I’m going to be back in town next week. I have an appointment I can’t reschedule. I was thinking he could come spend the night. I hate how we left things.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out. Do you want to talk to him?”

“I’ve called and texted him several times, but he hasn’t responded.”

“He’s been grounded from his phone,” I explain, even though I know he has it on him. “But he’s here with me now.”

“At your office?”

“No, we’re at a friend of ours having dinner. Hold on, and I’ll get him.” I walk into the living room. “Brody, your mom wants to talk to you.”

That easy smile he’s been sporting disappears. “I’m grounded from the phone.”

“Not from speaking to your mom.” I extend my hand, but he doesn’t take it.

“I don’t want to talk to her.”

Unsure of how to handle the situation, I look at Savannah since she seems to get through to him, but she just frowns, keeping her mouth shut.

“He’s busy right now. Can I have him call you later?”

“You mean he doesn’t want to talk to me. I could hear everything.”

“Yeah… I’ll speak to him.”

We hang up, and I pocket my phone, letting it go for now. Dinner at Savannah’s isn’t the place to discuss our family shit—even though he’d probably open up to her before he would me.

While we wait for the pizzas to bake, we discuss everything Savannah wants to see in the city. She’s planning to spend the weekend playing tourist before she starts work on Monday. She has her phone out and is taking notes on everything we mention.

“Dad, you know the city better than anyone,” Brody says. “We should just show her around.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you guys to give up your weekend.”

“We’d love to,” I say, shocking the shit out of myself. I hate the city. Sure, it’s where I live and grew up, but when you live here, you rarely go anywhere. The city is overpopulated and ridiculously busy.

Her face lights up. “Really?”

“Sure. We’re not doing anything this weekend. It’ll be fun.”

“Cool. What time should we go? After the gym?” She shoots me a playful wink.

“Actually, I go jogging in Bryant Park on Saturdays. You’re more than welcome to join.”

Savannah cracks up laughing. “Jogging? I’d croak over and die. I think I’ll pass. Saturdays are for sleeping in anyway.”

“I don’t know about this.” Savannah eyes the ice as Brody takes off on his skates like a pro.

We’ve spent the weekend doing all the cliché touristy shit everyone does here in the city. We went for a walk through Central Park, visiting popular attractions like the Delacorte Theater and the Belvedere Castle. We ate dinner in Times Square and did a little shopping, and then, at Brody’s request, we went back to our place to watch a movie—Batman, with Christian Bale, of course. Savannah fell asleep halfway through it, and once it was over, and Brody went to bed, I walked her back to her place.

Today has been just as busy. After we had breakfast, we explored several of the museums, shared our favorite bakeries with her, and went up to the observatory deck of the Empire State Building. Now we’re in Bryant Park at the ice-skating rink.

If I’m honest, I was dreading playing tourist. When you live in New York, you avoid all the places we’ve visited. But from the moment we stepped out of the building and began our weekend of showing Savannah around, my tune changed. Savannah was so excited about every damn thing we showed her, I couldn’t help but enjoy myself. Her upbeat personality is contagious. She’s taken picture after picture everywhere we’ve stopped, insisting on taking pictures of Brody and me, of Brody and her, and of the three of us.

Of course when she posted a few on social media, tagging me, Lucas made it a point to message me, asking what the hell I was doing and warning me away from Savannah. “I can’t have you fucking my new CFO. My luck, you’ll break her heart, and she’ll hightail it back to Tennessee.” I messaged him back that it’s not like that, but I don’t think he believed me.

“I’m going to fall and break my body, and then I won’t be able to start work on Monday, and I’ll be fired,” she whines, making me chuckle.

“I’ve got you.” I step into the rink and turn around. “Take my hands.”

She eyes me skeptically for a second before she reaches out and intertwines her glove-covered fingers with mine.

Brody skates by with a couple of his friends he ran into when we got here, yelling for Savannah to get out here and skate.

She forces a smile and nods, then looks back at me. “I’m going to die… or break something and then die.”

“You’re not going to die.” I tug her toward me. “C’mon.”


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