Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I agreed.
“I’ll be able to keep it from my sisters for all of five seconds when I get home,” I murmured. “They’ll see this in a heartbeat.”
I raised up my hand, showing him my tattooed-on ring.
He grinned.
“I don’t see my brother and sister as much as they’d like, but you’re right. They’ll definitely notice.” He placed his hand on the table, too.
I shifted on my butt and winced when I felt the uncomfortable pull on my ass.
Today was going to suck.
There would be a lot of walking. A lot of standing. And a lot of sitting.
“You still want to give it a chance?” I asked quietly.
He leaned back in his seat but left his hand on the table.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I do.”
No hedging or humming or hawing from Jonah.
Just a straight, no-nonsense answer.
Yeah, he did.
Which was great, because I did, too.
“Okay,” I said. “Then let’s do it.”
“You’ll stay with me?” he pushed.
I nodded. “At your house? Yeah.”
“In the same room?” he asked.
I grinned. “You might regret it, but yes.”
“Why would I regret it?” he questioned.
I raised my brow at him. “You really want me to give all of my secrets away?”
He didn’t waste time by saying, “Yes.”
Rolling my eyes, I tangled my hand with his.
He flipped his over onto the tabletop so that it was easier for me to hold.
I stared at the still steaming pretzel and said, “I sleep odd hours. I wake up randomly in the middle of the night, so instead of trying to go back to sleep, I just read until I’m sleepy again.”
He grinned.
“Sometimes I toss and turn, not realizing it,” I continued. “I do it a lot, too, seeing as when I wake up the sheets are always tangled at the foot of the bed, and I’m normally only left with about a quarter of the blanket that I started out with.”
“I snore,” Jonah supplied. “Just FYI.”
“For your information,” I informed him. “I snort.”
“Snort?” he asked.
“Snort,” I confirmed. “I wake myself up by snorting.”
The corner of his mouth hitched up. “I’ll have to see about listening for that.”
I shrugged. “I…”
The waiter placed Jonah’s coffee down.
“Is there something wrong with the appetizer?” the waiter asked, concerned.
I shook my head. “No. we were just waiting. Thank you, though.”
“Oh, okay.” He smiled and walked away, glancing once over his shoulder for a better look at Jonah.
I scoffed and turned to Jonah once again, reluctantly letting go of his hand.
Reaching for the massive pretzel that was as big as my face, I tore it apart and handed a chunk to my husband.
He took it and dunked it into the cheese dip before shoving half of the bite in his face.
Grinning, I took my own dainty bite and moaned.
“Oh, this is good,” I said before taking another bite.
“Yeah,” Jonah confirmed. “It is.”
“I don’t like to share my food.”
He froze with the pretzel halfway to his mouth, unsure how to proceed.
“I really don’t,” I admitted.
He handed the pretzel back.
“No,” I shook my head. “It’s fine. For this anyway. But, just an FYI, or a warning, don’t steal shit off my plate. It makes me a little pissy.”
He popped the cheese covered pretzel into his mouth.
I watched the muscles in his jaw and throat work as he chewed and wondered why I found him chewing so freakin’ sexy.
I also wondered how the hell I was going to continue to sit next to him all day long and not want to jump his bones.
Maybe we could go back to the hotel at mid-day or something.
“What are you thinking about?” Jonah suddenly asked. “Because it’s not the pretzel...”
I swallowed and contemplated telling him a lie but thought better of it.
“I was thinking about going to the hotel room at lunch and, errrm, taking care of a few things,” I answered, hoping that he would let it go.
But he didn’t.
He grinned like the devil and gestured to his watch.
“You might miss something at the auction if you go back to the hotel for lunch,” he said. “But I’m down if you are.”
I grimaced. “I don’t want to miss any of the auction. But there is a thirty-minute intermission around noon. We’ll know what’s coming up…”
“The fact that you’re planning out sex with me is a real turn-on, baby,” he rumbled, low and deep. “But we’re not missing any of this auction. You’d kick yourself for it later.”
I would.
It was surprising that he could see how serious I was about the entire thing. I was even more surprised that he would make sure that I went, despite obviously wanting to do the exact opposite.
“What else do we need to talk about before we get home?” Jonah asked suddenly, changing the subject with a quickness that said if he didn’t—and I didn’t—he’d be doing something he didn’t want to do.
I smiled.
“My dog and cat get home next Wednesday,” I said. “You’re sure that it’ll be okay to have them at your house?”