Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Her stomach tightened with unexpected jealousy, and she clenched her jaw against the unwelcome images that flooded her mind. Soft prancing sounds echoed across the floor as the kitten discovered the laces of Greyson’s boots.
“Not really.” She decided to keep her sudden girlfriend psychosis to herself. Did that make her his girlfriend? Her brain raced way too fast for seven-thirty in the morning. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” His hand slipped between her legs, startling her.
“Oh.”
“This okay?”
“Um…Sure?”
His other hand slipped under the covers, pulling her close. His palm splayed flat on her belly as he curled possessively around her. She hadn’t expected to jump right into—“Hello.”
He chuckled, his stiff cock nudging at her back.
There was no effort to pull back. Fingers teased. Soft kisses peppered her shoulder. Shivers raced up her spine. He was really going for it. Her toes curled as he pulled her legs open, sliding his hand lower—then her phone rang.
“Shit.”
“Do you have to get that?”
She gave him an apologetic look and nervously scooted out of bed, holding a pillow to her front. “It’s probably Bodhi wondering where I am.”
Greyson rolled to his back and folded his arms behind his head, the blankets tenting over the enormous erection standing like a maypole between them.
The sight of him displayed like that made her breath catch. Part of her wanted to ignore the phone completely and return to bed, to lose herself in him again. But responsibility called, even if her body protested.
She snatched her phone off the nightstand. “Hey, Dad.”
“I’m at your door.”
“Oh…I’m not there.”
“Where’d you run off to this early in the morning? The Elders aren’t even up yet.”
“I, uh, had to drop something off at Greyson’s. What did you need?”
He rambled off a list of things that he needed from the store and stuff that he wanted to do that day. If she didn’t cut him off, he’d go on forever.
“Okay, Dad. I’ll be there soon. Why don’t you go have your tea and commune with the cats? I’ll meet you in the sunroom in an hour.”
“Sounds good. And tell Greyson we’re going to get some weather this week. I feel it in my knees.”
“Will do.” She ended the call and turned to face Greyson. “Bodhi said to expect snow this week.”
He frowned. “There’s nothing in the forecast.” He grabbed his phone and waited for the signal to catch so the page could load. “Son of a bitch. How does he do that?”
“Is he right?”
“Yes. Two big storms. I swear that wasn’t on the Doppler yesterday.”
“Does that mean you’re going to be busy today?”
“According to this, it’s not starting until tomorrow night, but yes, I’m very busy today.”
“Oh.” Disappointment hit differently now that they were tearing down walls. “Will I see you?”
“I’d say yes, since I’ll be fixing the roofs on the cat shelters and whatever else Bodhi has on his list.”
Her heart swelled. “You don’t have to—”
“Stop. I know I don’t have to. I’m doing it because I want to.”
Afraid she might say something too intense, she simply smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.”
“We should probably get moving.” Classic Greyson. He never wanted recognition for anything.
She glanced at his lap. “What about that?”
“I have a feeling that will remain an ongoing problem. At least for a while.”
They dressed with an easy intimacy that felt both natural and thrilling. She borrowed one of his flannel shirts, rolling up the sleeves, while he watched her with an intensity that made her skin tingle. Every mundane morning ritual felt charged with new meaning.
Wren had grown used to Greyson working at The Haven, but never in such an open, here-I-am-world manner. He had set up for work before she even drank her coffee, making himself right at home.
He arranged sawhorses into a makeshift work table on the sunny side of the parking lot. Used the outlets hidden behind furniture in the lobby to charge his tools. He even stashed his travel coffee thermos by the pot in the employee kitchen. Wren loved seeing him assume his territory in such an authoritative way. He even recruited Bodhi as his right hand, arming him with a set of work gloves, a carpenter pencil, and a notepad to make a list.
When Greyson sauntered into the lobby in his tool belt, Wren lost her train of thought. The weight of the tools made him move with a confident swagger that screamed competence and raw masculinity. The leather hung low on his hips, accentuating the lean strength of his build and drawing her eyes to places they shouldn’t wander during business hours.
“Um…” Lilly waited for her to finish her statement about the reservations, but she completely lost track of what she had been saying. “Hello?” Lilly tapped a finger on the counter. “Earth to Wren.”
“Huh?” She pulled her attention away from Greyson as he inspected a crack in the molding. “Sorry. I got distracted.”