Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She froze but quickly leaned into me, cupping one side of my face as she deepened the kiss this time. She moaned as she sucked on my tongue, wrapping her fingers through my hair with another moan. She pulled back, face flushed and lips swollen.
“Maybe you’re on to something with that buttercream.”
I groaned.
Sasha laughed.
We settled on the German chocolate for our wedding cake, because like every other groom-to-be on the planet, I just wanted to make my woman happy. “I’ll go put down the deposit,” I told her gruffly, adjusting the evidence of my arousal before the cameras just outside the window caught a glimpse of me with a hard on.
“I recommend the four tier, but we can go bigger if you like,” the chef recommended with a smile.
“Let’s do five since Sasha loves it so much. And do me a favor, add one two layer cake to be delivered to this address every week until the wedding. Is that something you can handle?”
The chef smiled. “Of course. Who am I to stand in the way of a man and his true love?”
True love? I didn’t correct his assumption because what else was he supposed to think? In fact, that was exactly what we were hoping the whole world thought. It was the point of all of this, never mind that hot as fuck kiss I laid or her, or maybe she’d laid it on me. “That’s right,” I finally settled on before going back to the table for Sasha.
“Everything good with the Chef?”
I nodded. “Perfect. Ready to go?” I held a hand out and she slipped her smaller hand in mine with a grin.
“You know, Alex, we could get two smaller cakes so there’s something you like too. This is your wedding as well.”
When had a woman ever put my needs and wants first outside of the bedroom? Sasha really was something else. “And miss out on the sounds you make when you eat that cake? Not a chance.” She blushed prettily and bumped her shoulder against mine, or tried to with our massive height difference.
“So you want me moaning all during our wedding night, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” I sighed and guided her inside the back of the waiting car. “More than anything, Sash.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide and nostrils flared at my words. “Alex,” she began, but the sound of my phone ringing stopped whatever she was about to say.
“Yeah?”
The voice on the other end of the call belonged to man. It was deep and gruff, and unfamiliar to me. “Alex Witter?”
I frowned. “Who’s asking?”
“I’m Raul, the investigator Jack hired. I have news and he said you should be the first to hear it.”
I laughed. “Now I know you’re full of shit. Jack would never let anyone know something he didn’t already know.”
The man tried for a laugh but it was forced. “He said you would say that, and he also said, you’re a big boy pretty boy, you decide what to do with the info.”
Okay that sounded like Jack. “I’m listening.”
There was a long silence before the man spoke again.
“Who is it?” Sasha mouthed the words, her gaze focused on my face.
“I found Miriam Juliet Winters.”
“You did.” It was like a weight had just lifted from my shoulders. “Where is she? Do you have her contact information?”
“Yes and no,” Raul hedged. “I found her at Sandstone Memorial Cemetery, her new home as of three weeks ago.”
Shit. “Do you have anything else on her?”
“Yes. I’ll be in Houston the day after tomorrow and I’ll deliver the file I’ve put together on her.”
“Thank you, Raul. I appreciate it.”
“Of course. My condolences.” He ended the call before I could say anything, which I was grateful for, because what the hell would I say?
“Are you okay, Alex?”
I shook my head. “That was the investigator. Dixie’s mom died three weeks ago.”
“Oh no!” She slid closer and wrapped me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Alex. This is horrible.”
“No,” I growled. “What’s horrible is that I still don’t remember her. The name doesn’t ring any bells, and if I close my eyes, I can’t see her face. How fucked up is that?”
She shrugged. “What does it matter? Do you remember every woman you’ve slept with?” Her dark brows arched playfully at the question.
“No,” I sighed and shook my head. “But this is different.”
“Why, because she got pregnant?”
I nodded and tried to put some distance between us but the stubborn woman would allow it. “Yeah. Obviously.”
“Bullshit,” she said and gripped my chin, forcing our gazes to lock. “This woman was Dixie’s mother and it’s okay if that’s all she ever means to you. She left you with a wonderful gift and you can love her for that or just be grateful.”
“Miriam Juliet, that’s her name,” I said like that mattered at this point.