Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Sounds good. I’m sorry I just pulled a Minnie, my sister, and dumped all over you.” I smile, liking the way she let that shield down and gave me that.
“Any time, gorgeous, any time.” I massage her lower back, and I’m sure she can feel my cock trying to bust out from behind the zipper. “Now, gotta ask about your wiring. The company you called, are they the ones who installed it?”
“Yeah, warranty and all.”
“Shit’s faulty. You give me the date and time, I’ll be here with my buddy Jagger to figure a few things out. He owns the majority of Jagged Edge Builders. A few of us help where we can. It might be an easy fix, simple as that. It might not. You opposed to us being here?” I’m changing the subject on her, hoping to take her mind off the heaviness, except what I’m telling her isn’t great news, either.
“Oh god, I’ve been afraid of that since I called them earlier. Are you sure you don’t mind being here?”
“Wouldn’t have offered it if I minded.”
“You might be saving my bacon, then. The electrician is supposed to be here at five thirty. I get off work at five, which means I’ll have to book it, and I don’t know if I’ll make it when traffic starts to get thick in the downtown area.” She is rambling again. Fuck, but I like that.
“That’ll work. Leave a key with me, and I’ll get it all taken care of. Now, you mentioned dinner. Feel like going swimming after?” I’d offer to watch a movie with her, but if I get her any place that could put her horizontal, and she gives me the slightest hint of wanting that thrill, I’ll be buried deep inside her, fucking my cock into her all damn night.
“I’d really like that.” This time when her gaze drifts to my lips, I press a kiss to her mouth, unable to hold back any longer. Her tongue slides along the seam of mine, and I nip at the plush pillowy soft lower lip.
“Gonna want more of that, Lennon. A whole lot more.” Her eyes, her lips, her flush cheeks are filled with desire.
“Yes, please.” I’m greeted with a smile when she looks at me, and I respond with one of my own before guiding her to the kitchen.
“Gonna take care of the door, too.”
“Don’t bother. I’m going to replace it after I have a few weeks’ worth of paychecks.” I don’t bother responding. When she’s at work, I’ll get it taken care of. Jagger wouldn’t let me rest if I didn’t. I follow her lead, help her set plates out for our dinner, and then take my place in front of her and dig in.
12
LENNIE
“Iwon’t be but a few minutes. Make yourself at home.” I’m left in the middle of Asher’s house while he changes into his bathing suit. We ate dinner together, we talked, had an honest to goodness conversation. When I talked, he listened, he asked questions, and he wasn’t on the phone between conversations, either. A breath of fresh air is what it is, especially after I dumped on him after he fixed the smoke detector, taking on a problem that isn’t his. Namely me, but I didn’t feel like a burden or that someone was taking more from me than they were giving back. I told him about my new job, he mentioned his friend Luke is the doctor I work for and, well, I had to laugh. This is life in a small town, but what are the chances that you travel to the bigger city, and it still follows you?
“Alright.” My eyes scour the room, looking at the framed pictures he has spread around his house. I’m tempted to poke and prod, be the nosey girl I am, yet I refrain. Instead, I think back on our conversation when it was Asher’s time to talk. He spoke about how this week is the first time in a long time he’s getting back to normal shift-wise at work. They’ve been short staffed, and when the men who are married with kids have school sports to attend, he has no problem picking up an extra one. Now that I think about it, he reminds me a lot of the Johnson brothers with a big dash of Clay Garcia. The hard part will be trying not to get ahead of myself because I could really see myself falling for Asher Fontaine, more than ever have before.
“Ready?” Asher comes out a few minutes later. I barely made it through the living room, and there’s still a den, kitchen, and dining room, not to mention the bedroom.
“Yep, I sure am.” His hand reaches for mine, and he laces our fingers together then pulls me through the back of the house. My gaze is everywhere, and in between, I count the doors as we pass them by. Three doors are closed; the last is wide open.