Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
When she laid my clothes across the bed, I sat up and whispered, “Morning.”
“Good morning.” She stepped over to me and gave me a quick kiss. “I was just picking up a bit.”
“How long before you gotta leave for work?”
“Half an hour or so.” She stepped over to her closet and pulled out a top. “I wish I could stay.” She turned around and gave me a half-smile. “But I’ve got a meeting that I can’t miss.”
“It’s all good. I need to head back and take care of a few things anyway.”
“Are you sure?” She arched an eyebrow and stepped closer to me. “I could call in sick.”
“No, no. It’s fine.” I laughed and shook my head. “I’d rather you not get in trouble for me.”
“It’d be fun though.”
“You bet your ass it would, but duty calls.” I got up and started getting dressed. “You remember our conversation at the park?”
She gave me a puzzled look, so I added, “The one about me wanting to be with you and Dalton as much as possible?”
“Yes, of course I remember.”
I buckled my jeans as I stepped over to her. “Well, I’ve been thinking that it’d be easier to do that if you and Dalton were back in Port Angeles with me.”
“Oh...”
“It would be even easier if you both moved in with me.”
“Move in with you?” she gasped. “You can’t say something like that out of the blue.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
“Because Dalton and I have a life here.”
I understood her hesitation, but I wanted them both with me. “I get that, but it’s something to consider. We could finally have the life we’ve always wanted.”
“But what about work?” she asked.
“You could find a job back at home... or find something remote.”
“I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t want to. I do...” She looked at me, her eyes full of uncertainty. “There’s so much to consider.”
“I don’t need an answer right now.” I took her hand and squeezed it gently. “I just want you to think about it. You and Dalton could come for a visit this weekend and get a feel for things.”
“Okay. We could do that.”
“That’s my girl.” I leaned in and kissed her temple. “I best get going before Dalton wakes up.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
Londyn grabbed her keys then followed me out the front door. When we got to the parking lot, she stopped and gasped, “Is that Betty?”
Londyn used to hang out in the garage with me while I worked on piecing Betty back together. We’d spent hours on end out there, talking and listening to music, and every time I got frustrated and thought about giving up, she’d be there to get me back on track. It wasn’t until after we broke up that I actually got her up and running.
I smiled with pride as I told her, “The one and only.”
“You did it!” She walked over and ran her hand across the handlebars. “You actually got her running.”
“It took some time, but yeah. She purrs like a kitten.”
“That’s so awesome, Malcomb. I know she was always special to you.”
“It’s just a bike, Londyn.” I brought my hand up to her face and brushed her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “You and Dalton are what’s special to me.”
I leaned down and kissed her, then got on my bike. I started the engine, revving it a couple of times before I gave Londyn a quick nod goodbye. My heart felt heavy as I pulled out of the parking lot. I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to get back to the club and check in with the brothers. But I had every intention of seeing her again very soon.
And when I did, I would make sure Londyn understood that she was mine.
All mine...
CHAPTER 18
Londyn
“I can’t believe you left me hanging all night.”
“I didn’t really have a choice.” I started flipping through my files as I explained, “He didn’t leave until this morning.”
“So things went well?”
“Yeah, they went really well.” I looked up at Jackson and smiled, “It went better than I could’ve ever hoped for.”
He sat down on the edge of my desk and took a sip of coffee. “Do tell...”
“He read my letters.” I glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. “He knows I tried to tell him about Dalton, and he felt terrible about not reading them sooner.”
“As he should.”
“It wasn’t his fault. He was trying to do what Dad told him to.” He gave me one of his disapproving looks—which I ignored. “Any-way, he was wonderful with Dalton. He was a natural.”
“Dalton makes it easy.”
“Yes, he does.” I placed the files on my desk and sighed. “I’ve got so much work to do.”
“Work can wait. Tell me the rest.”
“Well, we spent the afternoon at the park. Dalton played while Malcomb and I talked about things. Found out he was at the bar the other night.”