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)
“Send it all to me, bumble.”
I shake my head and close out of the app, but before I can pop the phone back in my purse, a text comes in from my cousin, Gabe, and the notification shows the beginning of his message.
Gabe: Hey, beautiful, I have a question …
Connor stops walking, and I look up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Who in the bloody fucking shite is Gabe?”
I blink at him, then look back down at my phone and open the message so I can read the whole thing.
Gabe: Hey, beautiful, I have a question. Do you happen to know when Alex’s birthday is? Adam and I want to surprise her with something, and I need to know if I can make it a part of her birthday present or if that’s too far away. Help a guy out.
I turn the phone up to show him the screen and watch as Connor’s eyes narrow. He reads the text, then his eyes jump up to mine.
“Gabe is one of the guys Alex went home with that night at the bar. He’s also my cousin. That’s how he has my number. Alex and the guys have decided that that wasn’t just a one-night deal, and they’re in a relationship, all three of them. She told us about it tonight.”
I slip my phone into my purse, then close the distance between us, wrap my arms around Connor’s middle, and press my face to his chest, hugging him close. I both love and hate his jealousy. I don’t have anything to hide from my amazing billionaire.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers before he kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me.
“Don’t be.” I press my lips over his heart. “I’d have been jealous, too. I don’t mind if you get a little jealous now and then.”
I tip my head back to look up into his face, and I have to take a breath because his eyes burn with intensity.
“But you need to know that you’re the only man in my life, and when you told me that I’m all you see, it works both ways, Connor. You can go through my phone if you want and put the tracking app on it so you always know where I am. I don’t care because I will never betray you like that. I—”
Before I can get another word out, he’s framed my face, and his lips have crushed mine in a hot, desperate kiss that feels so different from any of the kisses we’ve shared. My head spins, and I moan against him. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard as he brushes his thumb along my lower lip.
“I don’t want or need to go through your phone, angel. I trust you implicitly. I simply don’t take kindly to seeing another man’s name call my woman beautiful.”
“I am beautiful,” I remind him, making the edges of his lips tip up. “So you’d better stay at the top of your game, billionaire.”
“Is that so?”
I laugh and turn to continue walking to my house. “I love summer because it stays light out so late. It’s almost ten, and the sun hasn’t even set yet. Is Ireland far enough north to still be light out this late?”
“Aye, it is,” he replies. “The days are long in the summer and short in the winter, just like here.”
“Does it snow?”
He smiles down at me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mostly just in the high country. For the most part, winter is rainy and dark. Dreary.”
I nod as we turn down my block. My house is just three doors down.
“That must be why Skyla loves the snow so much here. She’s trying to talk me into going skiing this year.” I make a face at that as we walk up to my front door.
“Not a skier then, are you?”
“No. Hell no. It’s too cold for that. This past winter, the day after I met you, in fact, Birdie and my brothers talked me into going up to the resort for sledding since it had snowed so much.”
I push inside my house and toss my keys on the table next to the door, then immediately kick out of my shoes.
“I went up there, but no. I didn’t sled. I watched and drank hot chocolate. Took pictures. Threw snowballs at my brothers. Then we relaxed in the lodge.”
“If you don’t like to sled, why did you go?”
“Because my family wanted me there, and I love watching Birdie play.”
I sit on the couch and wiggle my toes, thankful to be off my feet. Connor sits on the coffee table in front of me. He lifts my foot into his lap and starts to massage it, making me moan.
“You never should have shown me that talent you have there.” I lean my head back and moan.