Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Panicking, I try to push him off me, then hiss. “Logan, move.”
“It’s just Dozer.” He chuckles, leaning back to look at me. “I don’t know about Zur, but the kids sleep late on the weekends unless we have an early game.”
“Oh,” my head falls back to the pillow, my heartbeat still erratic. “Zuri usually sleeps late too, though I don’t know that she will today since she’s not in her bed.”
“It’s also just after six.”
“Six.” My brows drag together; the only time I get up before seven is on school days. “Why are you awake so early?”
“I wanted time to take advantage of you and get in a shower.” He kisses my neck then rolls over, taking me with him. Sitting up he gets out of bed and tosses the blanket over me before leaning in and placing his fist into the mattress. “I’ll start the shower.”
“Okay.” My eyes slide closed as he kisses me, then open to watch him walk across the room. A second after he disappears out of sight, I hear the shower turn on, and a minute later, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to join him in the shower.
“Morning.” I smile at Billie when she stumbles into the kitchen, where I’ve been sitting with a cup of coffee since Logan left to go to the store about twenty minutes ago.
“Morning,” she mumbles, then looks around. “Where’s Dad?”
“He had to run to the store to get stuff for breakfast. He should be back soon.”
“Cool.” She puts down her book and walks over to the coffee pot.
“You’re reading To Kill A Mockingbird?” I pick up the book and scan the back. It’s been years since I read it, but I can still feel the heartache I felt when I read it the first time, all the way back when I was in high school.
“This is my second time reading it.” She takes a sip of coffee. “I took a writing class last summer, and it was one of the books we had to read.”
“Do you like writing?” I ask, and her face lights up.
“Yeah, I love it, but my goal is to work as an editor for a publishing company one day.”
“Now that would be an awesome job. What kind of books do you enjoy reading?”
“Fantasy is my favorite, but I also like mysteries.”
“Me too.”
“Really?” She smiles.
“Well, as long as they are heavy on the romance,” I tell her honestly, and she grins and then whispers.
“Me too.”
“So, you’re reading it again for school?” I get up and walk into the kitchen.
“Yeah, we have a big report due at the end of the semester.”
“I don’t miss the days of book reports.”
“I still have my report from writing camp, so I’m going to use some of that, but our teacher always asks us specific questions each week, and I want to make sure I’m still following along with the class.”
“Smart girl.” I start to refill my cup and smile at Zuri when she comes into the kitchen looking half asleep with her iPad in her hand and Pippin on her shoulder. “Hey, you.” I wrap her in a hug, being careful of Pippin, when she falls against my side and wraps her arm around me. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” I kiss the top of her head.
“I’m hungry.”
“Logan should be back soon, and he’s going to make breakfast.”
“Bacon.” Her eyes light up, making me laugh. I never make real bacon; I always buy the kind made with turkey, so anytime she gets the real stuff, it’s a treat.
“I’m not sure.”
“Dad always makes bacon with pancakes,” Billie tells her.
“Cool.” She lets me go and wanders over to sit next to Billie with her iPad and Billie takes Pippin from her placing him on her shoulder. A few minutes later, Cooper comes into the kitchen and plops down on a stool, lying his head on the counter.
“Rough night?” I ask him over the rim of my coffee cup, and he grunts. Both girls look at me and smile.
“Dad’s home,” Billie says when Dozer gets up off the kitchen floor where he’s been sprawled out, a minute later we hear the front door open and the shuffle of shopping bags.
When Logan walks into the kitchen, Cooper lifts his head off the counter.
“I’m hungry.”
“Morning, hungry, I’m Dad.” Logan grins when Cooper groans, and both the girls laugh. Walking around the counter, he kisses me and I inwardly sigh.
“What do you want me to help with?” I ask as he starts to unload the bags.
“I got it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask as Zuri’s iPad starts to ring.
“Yep, just sit here and keep me company,” he says but my attention is on Zuri who is smiling ear to ear and the sound of Samson’s voice filling the kitchen though her iPad.
“Hey Pinky, I was trying to call Nalia, but she’s not answering.”