Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I fill them in on Prescott and Kit’s business model, something Kit’s been working on while in New York. Uncle Damon threw him a few clients, but knowing he was relocating, Kit hasn’t taken on anyone permanently or anything.
Luckily, one of my guys is good at saving what he earns. Unlike the other who spends money as it comes in.
Which, right now, is not at all.
“We hope to be up and running by the end of the month,” Kit says. “We got permission from the HOA to use the building’s gym and pool until we have enough equity in the business to set up our own training facility.”
“It’s such a smart idea,” Dad says. “Miller could’ve used you back in the day after he injured himself. I had to come to him in the off-season and train him back to health, or he was going to eat his momma’s cooking all day and get lazy. Then he never would’ve been back on the field.”
“I’d say I regret letting him train me, but it’s how we fell in love, so I guess I can’t complain.”
I wave my finger at Prescott and Kit. “Don’t you go getting ideas. No falling for clients.”
“Never going to happen,” Kit says.
Prescott nods. “We have our hands full enough as it is with you.”
“I swear they love me,” I say to everyone else.
“Would we call it love?” Prescott asks.
Kit elbows him, but I laugh. And yeah, maybe if we hadn’t had our conversation this morning where he reassured me his feelings haven’t changed, I might have read into the joke, but I know without a doubt that they both love me as much as I love them.
Dad wipes his face with a napkin. “After this, we were going to go check out the beach before heading back to the hotel. Though, I really don’t understand why we couldn’t stay here—”
“They’ve been apart for a year. Let them have their space,” Pop says.
“They’ve had two days of space. How much do they need?”
“How much did you need after you had to finish out the season by yourself when I was injured?”
Dad’s mouth shuts. “I take it back. And also, you don’t have to come with us to the beach.”
I swear Pop is the only person on this planet who can get Marcus Talon to back down, and as I glance at Prescott and Kit, I realize they might be the same for me. I’d do anything they ever asked me to.
“We’re so not going to the beach,” I say because I was promised quality fucking, and I’m ready to cash in.
Peyton whispers loudly, “That means they’re going to have sex.”
Levi pats Pey’s head while Dad says, “No shit.”
But even though Peyton’s absolutely right, it’s not just the sex I want. Two days hasn’t been enough to just be together.
Talking.
Hanging out.
Being lectured about picking up my towel in the bathroom and putting my worn clothes in the hamper.
All those normal relationship things that we’ve had very little chance to experience with all three of us.
I want mundane and normal with them, and I’m excited to learn and grow as it happens. After doing long-distance, I’m sure regular relationship crap will be a breeze.
Since my family have gotten the hint, they finish up lunch in record time and hug us goodbye but also warn that they’re in town for a couple of days and expect us to show up for family events.
Especially since Uncle Damon and Uncle Maddox are coming tomorrow for the official handoff between Uncle Damon and me in terms of Peyton’s representation.
I’ve absorbed as much information as I can in the last twelve months, but I still don’t think I’m ready. Not for someone as high-profile as Peyton.
Uncle Damon and Peyton think otherwise, so I’m going to try to have faith. Well, that and relying on Uncle Damon being only a phone call away.
As soon as my family is out the door and I close it behind them, I lean against it and throw my head back. “I thought they’d never leave.”
“They’re not so bad,” Kit says.
“I know that, but I want to spend as much time with you two as possible.” I push off the door and stalk toward Prescott because he’s closer.
“How’d I know you’d slip right into horny mode as soon as they were gone?” Prescott pulls me against his hard chest, our stomachs pressed together.
“Because I’m me.”
“True.”
Kit joins us, boxing me in between them. It’s my favorite place to be.
“You’re forgetting one thing,” Kit says.
I turn my head so I can see him. “What’s that?”
“We have the rest of our lives to be together.”
And because I’m me, I can’t help myself. I smile. “The rest of your lives, maybe. I’m ten years younger. I’m so going to outlive you both.”
“Not with that attitude, you won’t,” Kit grumbles.