Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Hey, Lyric, thanks for helping me out the other day.”
“Hi, Luke, no problem. I guess my thanks are in order, too, because I’m pretty sure he’d have never told me.” Jagger still hasn’t gone into detail about all the things he’s done, dangerous or otherwise. There’s a part of me that wants to know every detail. Then there’s the other that would much rather be none the wiser. I’m pretty sure I’d develop an ulcer.
“Well, I don’t think he’ll be doing anything like that again. Not with you around, and if he does, you let us know. We’ll take care of him,” Luke promises.
“Alright, quit talking to my girl and get one of your own. She’s mine.” Jagger plops down in the seat beside me after squeezing himself between the row in front of us and Luke. He stuck his ass out, pushing it in Luke’s face.
“You’re a dick,” Luke mutters under his breath, using his hands to get him away. Sebastian giggles at their antics. I cover his ears since there are more words thrown around that I’m sure he doesn’t need to hear.
“He’s fine. Johnny is way worse than those two put together. Not to mention the rock songs he has Seb jamming out to on a daily basis,” Winnie whispers in my ear.
“They silly,” Sebastian says when I put my hands down. His little hand goes to the necklace I’m wearing. The shiny silver captures his attention a lot like it does Jagger’s.
“They are,” I reply.
“Hi, Lyric, I promise we’ll talk after, and I’ll introduce you to everyone, unlike this big oaf, who left you to your own devices.” Kennedy turns around, waving at me.
“Except me. I already reacquainted myself with her,” Luke pipes in.
“Okay, fine, not you or Winnie or Johnny, and clearly not Sebastian, but everyone else,” Kenny says.
“Thank you, and thank you for including me in Briar’s recital.” I came back into town and have since been swept up in a whirlwind romance. I should have gotten out more. Except I’ve been kind of in my own little world, journaling my grief, working on figuring out who I am while not being a caretaker, and then being wrapped up in Jagger.
“Anytime.” Kennedy turns around as the lights dim.
“I see you’ve met Sebastian.” Jagger holds his fist out to bump Sebastian’s, and he returns it with a big smile.
“I have indeed. He’s a cutie.” The music comes on, the emcee announces tonight’s lineup, and Sebastian turns around. He claps his hands, and I bounce my legs up and down. He gets into it, and I notice the group around us does as well, either singing or dancing, the guys bobbing their heads, but not Jagger. Nope, he’s singing like his life depends on it and is jamming out. I don’t know where to look, the stage, Sebastian, or Jagger.
“Here comes Briar,” Winnie tells me, or Sebastian, I’m not sure which. The little guy squeals, claps his hands in excitement, and once Briar is on stage, he points in her direction. We get lost in the performance, everyone does, and it isn’t till all of them are done, and we’re giving all of the classes a standing ovation, that I realize Sebastian didn’t move from my lap once. In fact, he’s now in my arms, situated on my hip. I’m really going to admit to Jagger that I’m having mixed feelings about my statement. Maybe kids could be in our future, like, in a few years or so.
“We’re going to meet Briar backstage. We’ll meet you all at the house,” Trent tells the group.
“I go with you,” Sebastian says. I must have a deer in the headlights look because what do I say to that?
“We’ll see you at Aunt Kenny and Uncle Trent’s. I don’t have your seat in my truck, little dude,” Jagger helps me.
“Promise?” Oh, man, this little boy has attached himself to me, and it’s making my heart melt.
“I promise.” I give him my pinky finger, the same way Jagger and I do when we make a pact.
“Otay.” Johnny comes up beside me, and Sebastian goes with him willingly. I give him a finger wave when he looks at me over his father’s shoulder.
“Well, gorgeous, you might not want to have children, but they sure as fuck want you. Plus, they look good on you.” Jagger bends down to whisper in my ear so no one else can hear, thankfully.
“They are cute, and how could you not love me?” I spin around to be face to face. I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting everyone around us, in our own little world when our attention is on one another.
“That’s for damn sure.” He bites his lower lip, causing my core to contract, wishing we were at home.
“You know when I said absolutely no children?”