Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
That move clearly shut down any further questioning about the shiner, so I decided to broach the other topic.
“What are you going to do once the baby gets here?” I asked softly.
He shrugged.
“I figured I’d take him with me to work when I could. When I can’t, I’ll take the baby to daycare,” he mumbled, not bothering to look away from the screen.
I blinked.
Then walked around the couch to sit on the coffee table, effectively cutting off his view of the TV.
“Mig,” I hesitated when his eyes finally met mine. His eye looked awful. “A baby can’t go to daycare until they’re at least six weeks old.”
His brows furrowed.
“Since when?” He asked.
I snorted.
“Since always,” I challenged.
He dropped the TV changer onto the couch beside him, then lifted his arms to work his hands into his hair.
“I never really thought about it, I guess. I’d always thought Jennifer would be there to take care of the baby. Since she went on bed rest, I’ve done a lot of avoiding, rather than thinking, about the consequences of taking the baby from Jennifer.” He looked at me finally. “I haven’t even told my family. They never even knew I was married.”
My brows rose, and I stood up, offering him my hand.
“Then let’s go tell them,” I said. “But first we need to make a quick stop. I need to pick up a few things.”
He stopped me before I could get more than two steps away from him.
“My family lives nearly ten hours from here,” he told me.
I blinked, then took a seat back where I was sitting before.
“Well then, maybe we should plan that for this weekend, eh?” I teased.
He didn’t smile.
“When were you going to tell me you’ve lost customers because of Cornell?” He growled.
My eyes widened.
“How do you know that?” I asked warily.
I’d never seen Mig like this.
Never seen him quite so…aggressive.
It wasn’t to say that I didn’t find him hot, because he was.
But I’d also never seen him so pissed off at me before.
I hadn’t done anything!
He had enough on his plate dealing with Jennifer to take on something this petty. It was just a couple of clients!
“Annie,” Mig sat up on the couch.
This put my legs in between his, and his face only inches from mine.
And suddenly I was not thinking about my business anymore.
I was thinking about how good he smelled.
I thought it might be his deodorant, because I’d never seen him put on anything other than that since he moved into my house.
Every morning his routine was the same.
Get up before the sun even rose. Go for a run. Eat some oatmeal. Shower. If I was awake, he’d fuck me, and if I wasn’t, he’d just get dressed. And he always gave me a kiss before he left for the day.
And during those times that I did get used thoroughly, he’d get dressed while I watched, barely able to move.
He always slipped his underwear on first, followed by his pants, socks, shoes, shirt and then lastly he’d swipe on some deodorant.
I never once saw him put any cologne on.
So there I was, contemplating making his deodorant into a candle when he grabbed my face.
“Are you even listening to me?” He asked sharply.
My lips were smashed together, and I looked at him while I spoke in what sounded mostly like gibberish through my squashed lips.
“Oo mell ood,” I told him.
He eased up on my face, cupping my ears instead, and asked, “What?”
“I said you smell good,” I repeated.
He blinked.
“What?”
“You.” I poked him with accusation. “Smell.” Poke. “Good.”
His lips twitched.
“So we’re done talking about your customers?” He asked.
I shrugged. “There’s not really much to say here. Liam Cornwell is bad mouthing me around town. My business has slowed down, yes, but not enough to where I’m worried yet. I’ve lost maybe six clients total. But I’ve already replaced those six clients with new ones, so it’s all good.”
“How do you know it’s Liam?” He asked curiously.
“My clients called and told me,” I explained.
He nodded, lifting both of his roughened hands to run them down his handsome face.
“I’m looking for him, I swear,” he said, finally lifting his head and pinning me with his gaze. “He won’t be able to do this much longer. He’s burning through his resources fast, and it’s only a matter of time before he gets cocky and fucks up.”
I leaned forward until my head was resting on his shoulder.
His shoulder was like a ball of solid muscle.
It felt like I was resting my forehead against a rock.
A very sexy rock, but a rock nonetheless.
“I’m not worried, Mig. I know you’ll take care of this,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his warm embrace.
“You don’t deserve to deal with this shit,” he muttered.
I tipped my head back until my boobs were resting on his forearms.