Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I slide Dove off my lap and then help her out of the car. I think she’s going to fight me, but she follows. She does try and pull her hand from mine, but I have it in a gentle yet unbreakable hold. She does a cute little huff that has me fighting a smile as we wait for the elevator.
We step onto the elevator and Dove keeps her eyes on her feet. I pull her to me, unable to stand the distance. “Sunshine, I promise I’m going to explain everything.”
“I don’t want to hear about all your lovers,” she snaps, her eyes finally coming to meet mine. She glares at me, and I hate that I’ve made her so angry.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
The elevator opens and she starts to stomp off but can’t go too far with my hand holding hers. She stops when she makes it only a few feet, lets out a little gasp.
My home is covered in flowers and balloons. There are lit candles lining every surface and nothing is untouched. It looks like Valentine’s Day exploded in here.
She’s shocked into silence, before she turns around. “Is this for me?”
“Who else would it be for?”
“Probably one of the many women you’ve got all over town.” Her words come out with a bite. I don’t like seeing her angry. It doesn't suit her. She’s made of smiles and sunshine. I have to change this.
I grab her with my arm and turn us around, pinning her to the wall. She tries to push at my chest, but I’m unmovable. I take both her wrists and cuff them with one hand above her head.
“I don't have any lovers.”
“Liar! I make all those stupid bouquets you send them every week,” she yells in my face, and she sounds like a fierce little kitten.
“Dove, I have no idea what you are talking about.” I’m genuinely shocked.
“I made one the other day for Miss Barton. The same woman who sent you flowers today.”
“I didn't send her flowers,” I growl. “I can’t stand that fucking woman. She was a client of mine. I don’t touch clients.” She looks at me in confusion. I’m just as confused, but I’m sure that’s not what my face is showing. I’m pissed that she thinks I’m some manwhore. That couldn't be further from the truth. “There is only you. I haven't noticed women in years. Fucking years. Not until I watched you walk into that coffee shop. Then you were all I noticed anymore. I can’t focus on anything but you.”
I let go of her wrists and pull out my cell phone. I hit Katie’s number, then hit speaker.
“Sir.” Katie answers the phone. “Did you find her?”
“Yes. I found her.” My eyes are locked with Dove’s. “The flowers that were dropped.”
“I cleaned them up and the card was from Mrs. Barton. The note was, well…” She trails off.
“Tell me.”
She reads it and I curse. Dove’s eyes drop from mine. “Can you tell me why Dove says the flower shop she works for has been sending flowers out from me to different women?”
“One second, sir.” The line goes quiet.
“I never touched that woman,” I tell Dove again, and she meets my eyes. “You’re the only woman I will ever want. Never doubt that. You belong to me.”
Her mouth parts as if she’s about to say something, but Katie comes back on the line.
“Well, I guess Carrie has been sending them out after each one of your cases close.”
“She’s fired,” I say instantly.
“Beau!” Dove gasps at me. “Don’t be so mean. Just tell the poor girl to stop.”
I think about it for a moment. “Is that what you want me to do, sunshine?” I ask her.
She nods.
“You heard her, Katie. Tell her to knock it off.”
“Consider it done,” Katie says, and I end the call knowing that it’s as good as done. I’m sure Katie is going to issue an ass chewing of her own to Carrie.
Dove bites her lip and I know she’s fighting a smile.
“Want to know why there aren't other women?” I ask her, and she nods.
“My father goes through wives like you wouldn't believe. I’ve almost lost count of them. On top of being a divorce lawyer.” I shake my head. “I might be jaded. I haven't had a great role model for marriage or love.”
“You never want to get married or fall in love?” Her bottom lips puffs out. I know how precious and innocent my girl is. She believes in knights in shining armor, and in this moment I know I’m going to give her that the best I can.
“Oh, we’re getting married. And as for falling in love, I’m already there.” Her eyes brim with tears. “I can’t live without you, Dove. You’re my sunshine. You’re the breath of air I need, and I can’t go back to how I’ve been living since before I met you. Not now that I’ve had a taste.”