Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I press my lips together and Wren laughs.
“I know,” she says. “You don’t think turkeys make good pets. I won’t bring one home, I promise.”
“If you did, we’d make it work,” I say.
She sighs happily. “And that’s how I know the love is real.”
I bend my head closer to hers. “You’d better believe it, woman.”
She lifts her chin, pressing her lips to mine, and I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from RSVP-ing for Lane’s wedding. I can think of several ways I’d rather spend our first night together than at my ex’s nuptials.
But Wren already has a dress and a hair appointment and I’m due to pick up my rental tuxedo at three. Which means we should get this truck unloaded so I have time to return it first.
“You want to push from the back, and I’ll guide the couch out onto the driveway?” I ask when we come up for air.
She nods. “Sounds good. Then we can get the rug out of the back before we carry it in. I want to put it down and vacuum it before we put the couch on top.”
We start making trips into the house, working as seamlessly together as we always do. Whether it’s managing patient care or making a house a home, Wren and I just fit. It’s like we were made to be a team.
Unlike Christian and Starling who bicker the entire time they’re unloading, calling a truce only when they join forces to make fun of Wren and I for making out in the bathroom.
“What is up with you two and bathrooms?” Starling asks as we emerge into the hall, flushed and breathless.
“Weirdest kink ever,” Christian agrees, appearing beside her with Keanu in his arms.
Starling reaches out, idly petting the dog’s head. “And unsanitary. There are so many cleaner, more comfortable places to make out.”
“Agreed,” Christian says. “The truck is empty, by the way. You want Starling and I to return it on our way back to her place?”
“I thought I could take Keanu with me now,” Starling says. “That way he’ll already be with me when I need to head to the venue for pictures. I can keep him overnight, too, since you guys probably won’t be back from the wedding until late, right?”
“That would be great,” Wren says, glancing up at me. “I should go with them and get my car. I need to run a few errands before I head to my hair appointment.”
“Are you getting a blow up?” Christian teases as they start toward the door.
“I know they’re called blow outs now,” I counter as Starling laughs. “I’ve done my research.”
Wren pauses at the door and presses a kiss to my cheek. “You did. You’re totally up on the lingo and I’ll see you around five. Excited to see you in a tux.”
“Excited to see you in nothing at all when we get home from the wedding,” I say, making her grin against my lips and squeeze my ass. “I’m never going to get tired of that.”
She squeezes my backside again. “Of me copping feels in our house?”
“Yes,” I say, happier than I can remember feeling in ages. Maybe in my entire life.
She kisses me one last time and heads out to join the others, but she’ll be back.
Because this is her home now. It’s our home.
Ours, and it’s been so easy. The past two weeks have been so fun, so filled with love and laughter and an almost effortless transition from friends to something more. The other nurses and office staff couldn’t be happier for us, our parents are fans, and Drew and Tatum are overjoyed. They’ve had us over for dinner twice and we’re planning a date night for the end of the month.
Everything is going so well.
Too well.
The course of my love life has never run smoothly, not once, from my high school girlfriend to Lane and every short-term relationship in between. I should have known some kind of shit was going to hit the fan, I really should have.
But I walk into my ex’s wedding that evening with Wren on my arm without a care in world.
Just like a lamb to the slaughter.
Chapter Twenty
WREN
Lane isn’t my favorite person—she cheated on Barrett and I’m less forgiving about things like that than he is—but the ceremony is so moving, I find myself dabbing away tears and cheering along with the rest of the guests as Lane and Grant are pronounced man and wife.
“That was so beautiful,” I say, sniffing as Barrett and I rise to join the throng headed toward the tent set up on the grounds outside the vineyard’s tasting room. The ceremony itself was held amongst the vines, with the sunset making everything magical and oh-so-romantic.
He smiles down at me. “It was. I’m glad they found each other.”