Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
It’s Miller.
“Miss,” he says with a nod. “I have some things for you. Do I have your permission to bring the bags into the kitchen?”
“Uh, sure.” With a scowl, I step back from the door, then watch, stunned, as Miller proceeds to bring in three trips of groceries, many bags in each of his hands with each trip.
“Would you like me to put these away?”
I blink at him. “Why did you bring me groceries?”
“Boss’s orders.” He offers me a half smile. “Would you like me to put them away, or would you rather do it yourself?”
“I’ll do it. Um, thanks. Do I tip you?”
“No.” Miller actually laughs now and walks to the door. “Have a good night, miss.”
Before he can shut the door behind him, the pizza delivery kid arrives, smiling at me.
“Hey, Billie, here’s your order.”
“Thanks, Curt.” I smile and pass him his tip money. “Take care.”
“You, too,” Curt says before pocketing the cash and whistling his way down to his car.
I notice Miller watches, not leaving until after Curt pulls away, and I send him a wave before I close the door, pizza box in hand, and stare at the bags on my kitchen counter.
Between bites of pepperoni with extra cheese, I systematically go through all the bags, setting everything on the countertops so I can take it all in.
“I won’t eat this much in a month,” I mutter as I survey all of the vegetables, fruits, and meats. Pretty much everything and anything I could possibly need to make anything my heart desires, including my favorite coffee creamer.
How did he manage that?
I finish the crust on my pizza and send Connor a message.
The grocery fairy just visited my house disguised as Miller! I wonder how that happened?
Within seconds, his response comes in.
Connor: I have no idea.
My lips spread into a wide smile as I type my response.
Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I just ate half a pizza.
I start sorting and putting all of the groceries away. It’s a good thing my fridge was pretty much empty, to begin with. Otherwise, this wouldn’t all fit. Just as I put away the last of it, my phone pings.
Connor: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I roll my eyes, but I’m still smiling.
Have a good meeting.
Chapter Eight
CONNOR
I’ve been waiting all week for this. I cleared my schedule, much to the dismay of the people I was supposed to meet with today, but I don’t give a bleedin’ fuck.
This is the day my angel can give me, so it’s hers.
Everyone else can kiss my arse.
“You’re sure you won’t let me drive you?” Miller asks as I set the cooler in the back of the Jeep Wrangler I bought for this occasion.
“No.” I shake my head at him. “You’re a bloody mother hen, mate.”
“I’m your fucking bodyguard,” he replies, then clears his throat. “Sir.”
“I’m taking her for a drive, not into downtown London,” I remind him. “There’s a tracker on this Jeep that you added yesterday. You’ll know where we are all day.”
He still doesn’t look happy.
“I’m getting her to myself, and I’ll not fuck that up. I don’t want anyone listening in today, even you.”
Miller steps back and nods before he walks toward the guesthouse.
Everything about today has me outside of my comfort zone. Everything except my angel.
I get her all to myself.
Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck it up in the first hour.
Blowing out a breath, I start the Jeep. We took off the doors, but I wanted to keep the soft roof on so Billie doesn’t get too sunburned.
I texted her this morning and told her to wear something comfortable.
I can’t wait to get to her.
It’s another beautiful, sunny morning as I drive into town. I understand why they call Montana Big Sky country because on a clear day like today, the sky is so blue, so damn big, it takes the breath away.
And I’m going to enjoy it with my angel today.
I park in front of her house and have just gotten out to walk up to the door when it opens and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her hair is up in a high ponytail. She’s in the same loose dress she wore in Big Sky several weeks ago, with her strappy sandals and sunglasses. She has a small handbag slung across her body, and when she looks up at me, she smiles, making my heart stutter.
She’s also wearing the necklace I gave her, making me want to puff my chest out.
“Hi,” she says and glances at the Jeep. “Is that new?”
“Aye.” I swallow and walk toward her as she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head. “I thought it would be fun for today.”
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.”
“No.” I can’t resist leaning in to press my lips to the top of her head, breathing in her lavender scent. “I haven’t.”