Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“I promise. I’ll be a good little boy. Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a Boy Scout, where you?”
“No idea, can’t remember,” he jokes. “Still, I promise all of the above. Still, if you want to try something on me, I’m not going to object.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. Let’s rinse these dishes then. I’m tired.”
“Sounds good,” he says, standing up with his empty plate. I hadn’t even realized he had eaten all of his while we spoke. In my defense, I was trying not to look at him too closely. I know I’m probably making a mistake tonight. I just couldn’t say no. It’s weak, I know. The thing is, though, I really want him to hold me while I sleep. Right now, that sounds like the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever experience. I don’t really answer to anyone but myself, so I’m going to ignore that small voice that tells me I’m making a mistake.
At least for tonight.
Chapter 13
Breaker
The sun is shining brightly through the window. I’m just not ready to wake up. In fact, I’d die a happy man if I could remain right where I am, arms wrapped around Indy, her ass pressing against my cock, and her head under my chin. She’s sleeping soundly and I might not remember a part of my life, but I know nothing could ever feel as perfect as this moment with her.
I glance over at the clock and realize it’s after nine. I’ve learned that Indy likes to go to the clinic at eleven or eleven thirty every day while Tinny is on break. She likes to have mornings to spend with her. She works damn hard.
I shift so that I’m sitting up and looking down at her. Indy is beautiful. Somehow, she looks even better while sleeping. Her blonde hair spills around her face like a golden halo, shining so brightly it’s hypnotizing. Her long, thick lashes lie softly against her pale skin.
God, she takes my breath away.
I gently lean down and kiss the top of her head. She mumbles something in her sleep but ends up just burrowing deeper into the covers. I ease out slowly, putting a pillow behind me, hoping that will keep her from waking up for a bit. I carefully make my way out of the room, gently pulling the door together. I go directly to the room that I had been sleeping in before I moved into the bunkhouse. All my stuff is down there, but there are still toiletries in the adjoining bathroom. I quickly clean up a bit, deciding to skip a shower until I’m back in the bunkhouse and have my clothes and things close by. Plus, Tinny will be awake soon—if she’s not already. I don’t want to be in the shower with her running through the house unsupervised.
I walk toward the kitchen with a smile on my face. I can make breakfast for Tinny and her delectable mother. I can’t remember if I’ve cooked before, but I figure frying bacon or sausage, and scrambling eggs can’t be that hard. She has a toaster, so I’m pretty sure I can make toast too. My plan set, I start gathering the things I need and putting them on the island. Oddly enough, once I gather the ingredients, it all seems to come naturally. I’m not sure you can call it a memory, because I don’t remember anything specific, but it must be some innate ability born from doing it in my past, because I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s so easy for me that I decide to add pancakes to the mix. I quickly make up a homemade batter. It actually takes me longer to locate the correct pans than it does to get the pancake mix put together. As I’m grabbing the butter to add in my pan, I hear a sweet voice behind me.
“What are you doing?”
I turn to look at Tinny, all sleepy-eyed, in her pajamas that are covered in kittens. She’s smiles at me, while rubbing one eye and trying to wake up. Her pretty blonde hair—so much like her mother’s—is tousled and pointing in various directions. She’s freaking adorable and I realize this little girl is worming her way into my heart the same as her mother. I may have been trying to stay away from Indy this week, but I’ve kept every single one of my puzzle dates with Tinny while Indy was working. I’ve come to look forward to them even more than Tinny. It might be the only time I don’t feel this pressure and stress to get my memories back. I can just breathe and not have others looking at me with expectation. I think that’s the real reason I didn’t travel to Kentucky yesterday. I’m not ready for more pressure. I don’t want to disappoint people who care about me. I don’t want to see the way they’ll react when they realize that, to me, they are complete strangers.