Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Everyone knows I belong to them and them to me. People now understand that wherever I am they will also be. That’s how it will always be.
As I descend the stairs from the podium, I see them both standing there waiting for me. I jump off the last two steps and Levi catches me.
“Livvie,” Zeke warns, but I see him fight a smirk. We all knew Levi was catching me. Neither of them would ever let me fall.
“You feeling okay?” Levi follows up, looking concerned.
“Get me out of here and out of this gown,” I say, fanning at my face. Levi doesn’t have to be asked twice. He’s already moving.
“We have an hour.” Zeke's deep voice makes my nipples harden. He’s keeping pace with Levi, who is carrying me straight back to our place. I’d forgotten we have dinner plans with our families to celebrate me graduating with my Liberal Arts degree.
“Someone is excited to start trying for a baby,” I tease. Levi only grunts. Zeke’s eyes flick to mine, and I try to read his face. I thought the countdown to my birthday and everything that involved would be the first and last of its kind in our relationship. I was wrong about that. Next was the baby countdown.
I’ve been wanting a baby for a while now. They want one, too, but wanted to wait until I was done with school. Initially I was okay with it and enjoyed our time together, but I got baby fever during the last few months. Anytime I saw a baby I melted into a pile of goo. I would picture myself holding them and loving them. I really started to press my husbands over the last few months. They’re so strong willed, though, and make it tough.
When our eyes lock I know they know my secret. “Really?!” I yelp. I don’t know if I should be irritated or happy. I can’t keep anything from them, but it’s because they are so in tune with me. “How did you know?” I sigh.
“Your body told us, baby.” Levi places a kiss under my ear. “You know whatever you want you get.”
He stops walking for a moment and looks down at me. I know. They do give me everything that I want. They always say they’re the lucky ones, but it’s me who’s lucky. Zeke comes up behind me and drops kisses along my neck.
“It not the three of us anymore,” I officially tell them.
“It’s all of us,” we say in unison.
“It’s going to be a boy,” Zeke adds. There’s a hint of panic in his voice, and I have to swallow my laugh because somehow I know it’s a girl…
But it turns out we were both wrong. And right. Twins!
SHE’S ALL MINE
CHAPTER 1
TANK
“Your phone’s ringing.” Morry slides the mobile across the mat until it hits my feet.
“So?” I hate talking on the phone. There’s a reason we have text messaging, and more people need to get behind that.
“It’s that Audley guy. The one who did us a favor when the gym was hacked and held hostage. Remember?”
“Yeah,” I grumble. As non-boxers go, Zeke Audley’s not a bad guy. He takes care of himself even though he’s not an athlete like his brother. That’s respectable. I bite through the last of the stubborn tape on my hands before bending down to swipe the device off the floor just as it stops ringing. I toss the small thing between my bruised hands and debate whether I should call him back. He’s going to ask me to do something and I know I’m not going to like it.
“Not returning the call is a bad idea,” Morry tells me.
“How so?”
“Bad karma. If you don’t call him, you’ll probably trip jumping down from the ring and then you won’t be able to make the Saturday match.”
“The Saturday match is a crock. I could have one broken leg and still beat that guy. You need to get me better matches.”
“I’m working on it, but boxing is hard these days. Too many yahoos are getting into mixed martial arts.” Morry makes a face.
With a sigh, I get to my feet and signal for Morry to hold down the bottom rope of the ring. She’s right. “That won’t be me.” I step through the ropes and hop to the ground. There are fewer boxers and fewer purses, but I don’t like MMA. It’s for skinny kids who can’t take a punch, not for guys like me who are six foot six inches and weigh two eighty. Besides, even if it wasn’t for my size, I wouldn’t do MMA. Boxing saved me and I’m not turning my back on it.
“Just return the call. It’s good manners,” Morry calls after me.
I give a wave of my hand as I walk toward the locker. Morry was the one who taught me to box when I was a pissant of a ten-year-old getting in fights every day at school. When my foster mom first brought me to Morry’s gym, I was convinced that the woman couldn’t teach me anything. What does a woman know about boxing and fighting?