Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Yeah, if this is putting on the brakes, I can’t imagine what you’d be doing otherwise,” Landon answered honestly.
“Yeah, that’s why the brakes are needed. You look freaked out.” Robert scanned his face, caution in his gaze.
“When I read your father proposed so quickly, I thought that was his way of speeding up the story,” Landon confessed.
Robert grinned at him and reached for the remote. “You ready to watch Game of Thrones?”
“So, it really was in the first couple of weeks of meeting your dad?” Landon asked, curious for some reason, wanting to know the truth.
Robert pushed the power button on the television, and the screen again flashed on. “I wasn’t there, but it’s the story I heard. I think it was like ten days. They didn’t head down the aisle for a year, but my dad moved to Minnesota to run for the United States senate and then met my daddy. Things had to be sorted quickly.”
“You aren’t running for office, are you?” Landon asked, knowing one hundred percent, if he didn’t fit in Robert’s current world, he certainly wouldn’t fit in a political world.
Robert fiddled with the remote, pointing it at the screen as he barked out another laugh. “Zero plans for anything political. I’m a people pleaser. I don’t have the temperament.”
“Good. Don’t.” It seemed enough for right now. Landon reached for one of the new sofa pillows and started to lie across the seats, trying to redirect his thoughts. Robert obliged him, scooting over to the end of the oversized couch as the HBO app came up. Normally, having his head in Robert’s lap would lead to them both getting a blow job, but he didn’t see that happening tonight. He was, in fact, completely freaked out. What would he have done if Robert had asked him to marry him like that?
He’d marry him.
That answer was so loud it echoed in his head. In fact, the words were so loud, he looked up to see if he’d blurted them. Robert looked down in question, and Landon shook his head, turning back to face the television.
Fuck. Now, he was wondering why Robert hadn’t asked him to marry him. If all the men on the Adams side of the family declared their forever devotion at warp speed, why hadn’t Robert?
“You’re getting agitated,” Robert said, running his fingers through Landon’s hair as the show began.
“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” Landon muttered, and Robert laughed again.
“You’re anything but.” Robert increased the volume.
Landon decided to ignore himself and adjusted his body, getting more comfortable. After a second more, he settled his head back on the pillow only to be poked in the cheek. He lifted to see a gray feather edging out of the pillow’s casing. Of course. Only because Robert seemed to be keeping every feather they found, he tossed it on the coffee table close to the others and focused on Ned Starks’s face.
“No more kisses then?”
“Not right now,” he said gruffly. Robert’s good nature held. He heard the low rumble of a chuckle before Robert reached over and tickled his side. It helped the anxiety. He wrapped an arm around Robert’s legs and watched the episode.
Chapter 20
Robert darted across the street at the light, checking the time on his wristwatch as he stepped up on the curb. He was fifteen minutes late to meet Autumn for lunch. It wasn’t necessarily the concern of holding Autumn up for lunch that worried him, but the cooling vegetable burger she had agreed to pick up before meeting him in the nearby park. He was starving. Luckily for him, he spotted Autumn taking a seat on the edge of a fountain under the large oak trees that surrounded the area. Robert strolled with purposeful strides past the crowded food vendors, straight toward her.
“You’re late,” she said, shoving her sunglasses on top of her head, the glasses keeping her long blond hair off her face. Instead of teasing her, he said the next thing that came to mind.
“Pregnancy agrees with you.”
Her skin seemed to glow with her sun-kissed complexion and bright eyes. Even her hair seemed full, silky, and thick. He loved seeing his twin looking so vibrant and healthy. Happiness radiated from her.
Autumn took offense to his assessment, rolling her eyes and ducking her head. “Cam told you to say that, didn’t he?” she accused and resumed unpacking the sack of burgers.
“I haven’t talked to him since I left Minnesota.” Robert sat on the empty place beside her. She stopped moving the food to the space between them and eyed him closer, clearly trying to see if she believed him.
“Tell me what I’m missing,” he said and counted three burgers and two large French fries between them where he had only ordered a single vegetable burger and nothing more. “Is Cam coming?”
“No, Robert, he’s not,” she said as if he were adding salt to a wound he knew nothing about. “I’m five months pregnant and starving all of the time. I literally can’t stop eating. My bigger clothes aren’t fitting. Now, my pregnancy clothes aren’t fitting. I don’t have a craving for one thing. I have a craving for all things.” Her distress matched the gravity of the tone she used and caused him to give an almost silent chuckle. The glare he received proved she’d heard his humor and wasn’t impressed.