Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“We will,” he assures me. “But it’s not something we need to figure out on this trip.”
He’s right. Our time together needs to be our priority. Half our honeymoon had already fallen victim to disaster. I’ve got no intention of spoiling the days we have left with heavy life decisions. “Let’s save it for home.”
He nods. “And just so you know, no matter what, I’m always gonna be there for you. I’ve got your back.”
“I know. And I’ve got yours. I love you. Always.”
Tucker seals his lips over mine. He gently lowers me to the bed while he pulls off his shirt and eases his pants off his hips. Then he drapes his naked body over mine, licking his lips as he props himself up on his forearms. I’ve never seen a sexier sight.
“You’re amazing,” I inform him.
A smile curves his mouth. “Don’t you forget it, darlin’.”
“Never.”
31
Tucker
Day 10
I wake up before Sabrina on our last morning, enjoying the weight of her head on my chest and her silky leg draped over mine. I lie there, utterly content, running my fingers through her hair and watching her sleep as the sun slowly fills the room. A while later, she yawns and stretches all the way to her toes. She looks up at me.
“Morning,” she murmurs, licking the dryness from the lips.
“Last chance. We could call Dean and tell him we’re staying forever.”
“Tempting.”
Then both our phones start buzzing with the alert that we’ve got two hours before we need to be at the airport.
“You can have the shower first,” I tell Sabrina, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make us something to eat. Hopefully Isa dropped off more of those croissants.”
“Love you.” She slides out of bed naked, letting me watch her saunter off to the bathroom. As long as I live, I’ll never tire of that view.
As it turns out, hitting rock bottom on the sticky bench of a Caribbean jail cell was the cure to our honeymoon ails. Since Sabrina sprang me from the joint, there haven’t been any stray jellyfish or irate shopkeepers. No coconut assaults or red, splotchy skin. Just clear skies and blue waters and lots of sunscreen. Finally, the vacation we’d been looking for…so of course, it’s over too soon and it’s time to pack out of here.
As we’re getting our bags gathered by the door, our neighbors stop by to say their goodbyes. Kevin and I shake hands, while Bruce and I have a less formal exchange of back slaps and a side hug. I’m going to miss these guys. The four of us became fast friends this week, and yesterday we spent our last afternoon getting drunk and eating fresh oysters on their yacht.
“We wanted to see you off with a little something,” Bruce says, handing Sabrina a bottle of the wine she’d loved from dinner that first night. “And, if you have a minute, talk a little business?”
Sabrina and I look at each other, confused.
“I thought about our conversation the other night,” Kevin tells Sabrina as we invite them in. “I hope you won’t mind, but I did a bit of checking up on you.”
“Checking up?”
“Your Harvard transcripts. Spoke with your professors. Who had a lot to say, in fact. A complete background check, of course. We’re very thorough.”
I’m trying not to laugh. “And that’s considered a ‘bit’ of checking up?”
“I don’t understand.” Sabrina’s voice stiffens. “Who’s we?”
“I talked it over with the partners at the firm, and we’d like you to come work with us.”
Her eyes widen. “I’m sorry—what?”
“We’d like you to come work for Ellison and Kahn, my firm in Manhattan.”
“You’re offering me a job?” It’s rare to catch Sabrina James off guard, but right now she looks like she’s struggling to formulate thoughts.
Like me, Kevin is smiling at her shocked expression. “There’s a spot available on my team. Representing wrongful convictions. It’s challenging work, and not for the faint-hearted. But the hours are manageable, and you’d have some schedule flexibility. If you’re up to it. “
“I…”
I’m not sure the last time I saw Sabrina speechless.
“That’s a generous offer,” I speak up while she finds her voice.
“There is, of course, one catch,” Kevin adds. “You would have to come to New York.”
Now we’re both caught off guard. I’d heard the part where he said his firm was in Manhattan, but for some stupid reason I didn’t connect those dots.
Sabrina searches me for a response. Leaving Boston was never something we’d even discussed. But I know it had to be in the back of her mind. The best law firms in the world are in New York and LA, and that means there was only so far she could reach, ambition-wise, as long as she stayed in town. This would open a slew of new possibilities.
“Before you answer,” Bruce pipes up, “there is one more thing. I’m looking to expand my fitness brand into brick-and-mortar. Give my online regimen a physical presence.”