Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Corina was already stressed because of the fire, her job, and now the worry of possibly being pregnant. The last thing I wanted to do was tell her some nutcase broke into her house because they were pissed at me and knew she was a part of my life.
“You could tell her, but you could also wait and find out more information before you say anything,” Tripp added.
I nodded, trying to decide what to do.
I made the decision I thought was right. “Let’s keep this between us for now. Roy and I will dust the place for fingerprints and take a look around. Tell the foreman he and his crew can take the rest of the day off.”
A part of me knew keeping this from Corina was wrong. I pushed the thought to the side and decided to deal with it later.
“So, are you going to work all night or are you going to take me dancing?”
I swung my office chair around, and my breath caught in my throat as I took in Corina from top to bottom. She was dressed in a one-piece outfit that looked like a dress. On closer inspection I noticed it was shorts with a long black skirt that barely swept across the floor. She was wearing the new cowboy boots she had bought in San Antonio last Monday on her shopping trip with the girls.
I took three steps toward her, getting as close to her as I could. My hand rose and I played with the one piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail.
My chest ached with a desire to tell her how I felt about her. How she had made me feel things I’d never thought I could, and it wasn’t just the incredibly hot sex we’d been having all week. It was the moments when we talked about where we saw ourselves in five years. Or the type of swing that we should put on the porch of the new house. How Chloe was the sweetest little girl we’d ever had the pleasure of knowing and how scared we both were at the idea of Corina being pregnant.
It was those moments that made me realize I was in love with her. That no matter what, I would never leave her side.
“In case you didn’t know, Corina. I’m crazy about you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?”
Tracing my finger along her jaw, I replied, “Yeah.”
The pace of her breath increased as she looked up into my eyes. “I’m crazy about you too.”
I knew she had another set of words she wanted to let fall from her lips, but she held back. In a way, I was glad she did. I wasn’t ready to tell her I loved her yet. Deep in my heart, I knew without a doubt that I did, but saying the words out loud scared the living hell out of me.
“You ready to go dancing, dove?”
With a nod, she smiled. “I’m so ready.”
“This will be our first official outing as boyfriend and girlfriend.”
She lifted her brow. “So we are officially calling ourselves that?”
“Hell yeah, we are. No one else gets to put their hands on my girl.”
Her head tilted. “You know, I never did say I wasn’t mad at you anymore.”
I bent down to look at her, leaning in so I could whisper. “I’m pretty sure when my face went between your legs and licked up your pussy you got over being mad at me.”
She blushed. “You have such a dirty mouth, Mitchell Parker.”
With a wink, I leaned in against her lips. “You know you like it.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck. “I do. So very much.” Our mouths pressed together into a soft, sweet kiss.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get on out of here before this kiss turns into something else and you’re doing the two-step in my bed instead of on a dance floor.”
Corina giggled as I laced my fingers with hers. We headed out of the office and made our way to the Pecan Street Festival.
As we stepped out of the building, I couldn’t shake the heaviness I’d felt in my chest ever since deciding to keep the break-in from Corina. With everything she had on her mind, the last thing I wanted to do was worry her. Especially if she was carrying our child.
Our child.
My body trembled at the idea. I couldn’t tell if it thrilled me or not. Corina rarely mentioned it, so neither did I. I guess we both figured we would deal with it when we had to.
Pushing away my thoughts, I smiled. “You can already hear the band.”
Pecan Street was a block over and served as the main street that separated the west side of town from the east. Massive amounts of people walked along the street. Everyone in Oak Springs would be at the dance, including folks from surrounding areas. One thing we knew how to do in this town was throw a street party.