Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“What?”
Jerry shakes his head and grins. “Good to see you living life outside of this job,” he tells me.
I chuckle. “I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.” I wave, and his laughter follows me out of the conference room as I race out to my truck.
I spot her small SUV immediately. I signal to pull over and park behind her. Leaving my truck running, I climb out and make my way to the passenger front window and knock lightly. She goes to open her door, but I open the passenger door before she can.
“Don’t step out on the road,” I say, and wince as I look into the back seat and see Mia sleeping peacefully. I drop down into the passenger seat and close the door, blocking out the noise of the traffic, hoping not to wake her. “What’s going on?”
“Did Bellamy send you?” Amanda sighs. “Of course, she did,” she says before I can answer. “She told me help was on the way and not to get out of my car, but she didn’t tell me who was coming. I’m so sorry to interrupt your day, Will. I know it’s a busy time of year for you.”
“You didn’t interrupt anything. Are you okay? Mia?” I ask, turning to glance into the back seat. Her car seat is facing the rear of the car, but I can still see she’s sleeping soundly.
“Yes, we’re both fine. I was coming home from the grocery store, and it just kind of died. All the lights went out. It just lost power. Traffic was light at the time, and I was able to maneuver to where we are now.”
“You did well,” I tell her. “Let me get your groceries loaded into my truck, and then I’ll be back to get you and Mia. Stay put out of the traffic until I get back.”
“I can help.” She starts to reach for her handle, but I place my hand on her arm, the one nearest me, to stop her.
“It’s okay, Amanda. I’ve got this. I don’t want the two of you near the traffic. I’ll get everything moved over. It won’t take me long.”
“I’m a big girl, Will. I can handle not jumping out in front of a moving car.” She huffs, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold my grin. I like this sassy side of her.
“I know you can, but let me do this. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to either of you after I’d just gotten my daughter back. No way am I calling to tell her that I let her best friend or, heaven forbid, her daughter, get hurt. Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I wink and climb out of her tiny car. I’m a tall guy at six foot four, and whoever sat in her passenger seat before me was, well, not.
Moving to the back of her SUV, I hit the button and start loading her groceries into the back seat of my truck. I’m able to get them all to one side to leave the other open for Mia. Coral’s car seat sits in the middle, but baby Mia is too small for that one just yet.
Moving back toward the car, I open the passenger door and lean my head inside. “Groceries are all moved. You got everything you need?”
She holds up her purse. “Just the diaper bag.”
I nod. “Okay. I’m going to come get you. Sit tight.” I don’t give her time to argue before softly closing the door and walking to her side of the car. I wait for the traffic to pass before opening her door for her. “Go on to the truck. I’ll get Mia.”
“Oh, I can get her,” she says, but I’m already shaking my head, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the back of the car and to my truck. “I got her. I’ll grab the diaper bag, too. Reid called a tow, so we’ll wait in my truck until they get here.” I pull open the passenger door for her, and she smiles.
“Thank you, Will.”
I nod. “Anytime.”
Rushing back to the car, I open the back door and smile. Mia is still sleeping, and she looks every bit the angel that she is. Carefully, so I don’t wake her, I unhook her seat and place it on the ground, before quickly removing the base and grabbing the diaper bag. Lifting Mia back into my arms, I shut the door with my hip. Amanda sees me and scrambles out of the truck, takes the base from me, and installs it in the back.
“I could have gotten that,” I grumble. It bothers me that she won’t let me take care of them. She’s so independent, and I know it’s because she has to be, but I’m here now, and I wish she would let me handle it.