Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what to say to that. I’m happy for you?”
“You should be,” I reply with a smile. “Because now, I’m home, and I’m renting your adorable little guest house, and I’ve decided that we’re going to have sex.”
He coughs, obviously startled, and then laughs. “Like, right now?”
“No, but soon. I think that’s enough walking down memory lane for tonight.”
“I won’t ask you more questions about your marriage, because it’s ultimately none of my business, except for one thing.”
“Okay, what’s that?”
“Is it final? The divorce?”
“Yes. He’s firmly in the past, Tanner, exactly where he should be. And I’m moving on with my life, full speed ahead.”
“Good. Good for you, Sarah, and I mean that, whether we have sex or not. Although, I do like that idea very much.”
I grin as I step out of his car and walk toward the house. “I had fun tonight.”
“Me, too.”
I stop by the door and turn to him. “I’m not asking you in tonight.”
“I didn’t assume that you were.” He leans in and kisses my forehead, and I feel the touch move through me, all the way down to my toes.
It’s delicious.
“Sleep well, Sarah.”
He waits while I unlock the door and step inside before he turns and walks across the driveway to his own house.
And when I close and lock the door, and turn to find Petunia giving me the stink eye for being out so late, I let out a long, gusty breath.
“Holy shit, he’s potent.”
“You’re sure you’re okay out here by yourself?” Luna looks doubtful as we stand in the grand foyer of the inn where I have my easel and paints set up, ready to get some work done. “It’s a big place, and even I feel weird when I’m out here alone.”
“I want to get the vibe of it all,” I assure my friend, excited to start painting. “I need to get started on these pieces so they’re ready for the grand opening.”
“That’s still a few months away, at least,” she says.
“Clearly, you’ve never created specific artwork for a special place.” I wink at her as I tie an apron around my waist. “Trust me, I’m great here. I’m not scared at all. Rose will protect me.”
“Okay, let me know if you need anything.” She turns to leave, but then spins back around. “Oh, I’ve been dying to ask. Did you and Tanner do…it the other night after the pizza place?”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, we didn’t. We talked for a long time, and then he went home. But I made it clear that I plan to have sex with him.”
“Oh, well, as long as you’re both aware of your plans.” She rolls her eyes, making me laugh.
“What’s wrong with having a plan?”
“It kind of takes the spontaneity and romance out of it, don’t you think?”
“Not really. Now, leave me alone so I can work. I’ll see you later.”
“Good luck,” she says before walking out the front door and shutting it behind her.
Some would definitely find the inn to be creepy, at least in the state that it’s in right now. The shell is finished, with drywall, electricity, and even plumbing.
But that’s it. No flooring, no paint, and certainly no furniture adorn the space.
It’s big and empty, and even my breath echoes between the empty walls.
“Next time, I’ll figure out some music,” I mutter as I reference my notes for the first guest suite and get to work.
I’ve been at it for at least an hour, and feel good about my progress, when I smell the roses.
Luna’s family property has been haunted for as long as anyone remembers. It’s something that June and I were well aware of when we came to visit Luna as children.
Not to mention the many nights that I came to stay with Luna’s family when my own home life was just too bad to stick around for.
The Winchesters were more of a family to me than the two people who brought me into this world.
“Hi, Rose,” I say out loud, and smile when I feel a light breeze blow through my hair. “I hope you’re happy with what Luna’s done with the old barn, making it into an amazing inn, where people can come to visit Huckleberry Bay and enjoy the coast.”
Of course, I’ve never seen Rose, or been able to actually speak with her, but there have been plenty of times that I’ve smelled her over the years.
Rather than being afraid of her, she’s like an old friend.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say and blow out a breath as I step back from the canvas to take it in for a moment. “I like the greens and orange in this one. I know it’s not exactly seascapeish, but I think it captures the mountains really well, and it’ll fit in with the décor for suite number one. I wish you could give me your thoughts.”