Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Reception is bad during the storms.”
“What do we do?” I try not to panic as it sets in that we might be stuck here for a while.
“First, I’m going to put that old fireplace in my office to work,” he says before turning and strolling back into his office.
So much for avoiding Mayor North.
Chapter Four
NORTH
“How long will the power be off?” Joy asks for the fifth time. Only this time it sounds more panicked than the previous ones.
I remember a bad storm like this a few years ago, and it took a couple of days. We aren’t prepared for that kind of stay here at city hall, but telling her that might not be good for her anxiety.
“We’ve got plenty of blankets and firewood thanks to the storage closet, and it looks like we’ve got food in the break room courtesy of Frostie.” I try to sound lighthearted as I see the look of worry deepen in Joy’s eyes.
“I guess it won’t be the first time I’ve had cupcakes for dinner.”
“Well, I guess that makes one of us.” When she doesn’t smile at my small joke, I worry that I’ve somehow hurt her feelings again. “My dad was a dentist. I couldn’t have sugar until I was old enough to sneak it.”
“Really?” Joy walks away from the window and hesitates for only a second before she takes a seat next to me on the blanket.
“If it wasn’t for Tinsel, I probably never would have been brave enough to do it.” I feel silly telling her this, and I turn towards the window. “But she’s like the little devil on my shoulder making me do the things I know I’m not supposed to.”
“I can actually see that.” She smiles as she looks into the glow of the fire.
“What about you?” I ask, and then I see her smile falter a little. Immediately I regret the question and try to cover it up. “You don’t have to tell me if you—”
“No, it’s fine, there’s just not much to tell. I don’t really like to think of my time before coming to Troping because it feels like as soon as I got here, my life started.”
I’m not sure if she means to tell me all of this because she blushes afterwards. “Me too,” I agree, and this time, I don’t take my eyes off of her when I say it.
She clears her throat to break the moment and then sighs. “I’m sorry we’re stuck here when you probably had plans with someone else.”
“I didn’t.” I cock my head to the side and try to figure out what she isn’t saying. “You’re here with me, all day every day, Joy. Do you think I have anyone else I’d rather spend time with?”
Her lips press together, and she shrugs. “I’m sure you’ve got a life away from work?”
It comes out as more of a question, and I laugh. “That’s where you’re wrong. My life is dedicated to Troping, and I want to make it a place that’s welcoming to all. That everyone who lives here feels welcome and represented and wants to protect our peace.”
There’s a look in her eyes I can’t place, and then she lets out a little laugh. “That must be hard when women are constantly cornering you for a date.”
“Especially when it’s not the person I want it to be,” I say more to myself, but Joy’s eyes find mine. “I mean, it would be a lot easier if I was already married. Then I could concentrate on the things that matter instead of having to hide at events or turn down invitations.”
“Sometimes I think being married would make things so much easier. Especially financially.” She says it more to herself before she shrugs. “Oh well, maybe one day.”
“Or,” I say as my thoughts begin to move quickly, “what if there was a way for us to have both?”
“What do you mean?” The firelight glows against her skin, and I move a little closer.
“Just what I said. What if there was a way to keep women from coming in and out of my office or cornering me at city functions? What if there was a way for you to be financially secure just with a stroke of a pen?”
She pretends to look around and then laughs. “I’m sorry, sir, but I have no idea what you’re implying.”
There she goes with that “sir” thing again, and all it does is make me want her more. “What if we get married?”
“You and me?” She points between us, and her smile slowly falls. “Are you serious right now?”
“Why not?” I pretend to lean back casually and play it cool. “I’ve got money set aside, and I’m willing to pay for your time. No strings attached. You give me your hand in marriage and you can name your price.”