Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I took one more look at the jungle and headed back inside. Where was everyone? I realized even Freckles wasn’t around. His trusty shoe sat on his doggy bed—not his original one, of course. His former owner’s worn loafer, which he’d carried around for the better part of two years, was now buried in our yard. About a week after Ella had moved in, Gray and I caught him putting his loafer to rest near the big tree in the middle of the yard. That night, he’d stolen one of Ella’s light-up sneakers, and that was that. His old master had finally been replaced. These days he seldom traveled without Ella’s little shoe.
I went upstairs to get changed and stopped at Ella’s doorway to turn the light off. The white walls with a huge rainbow never ceased to make me smile. A few months ago, I’d been reading Stuart Little to her in bed for at least the hundredth time, and she’d asked me if her mom could see the rainbow from up above. I’d told her I thought she could. God only puts rainbows in the sky after a storm, and I’d always thought it was to remind us that things will get brighter again.
I flicked off the light in Ella’s room and headed to our bedroom. The second floor of the house could get hot during the day, especially our room since my crazy boyfriend had double-insulated all four walls with soundproof insulation when we’d redone the upstairs. Just because we were full-time parents now didn’t mean Gray took it easy in the bedroom at night.
I went into our walk-in closet and stripped off my clothes in favor of a tank top and shorts. On my way out, I noticed something in the middle of the bed.
A red spiral notebook. On the cover, in Gray’s masculine, slashy handwriting, he’d written Gray’s Yeahway Notebook. I laughed and sat down to see what he was up to.
Just like my books, the page was divided into pros and cons with a pen line down the middle. His list didn’t have a heading at the top, so I tried to unravel the mystery.
The pros list was huge, and the first entry cracked me up.
Big dick.
I couldn’t decipher what the next few were about.
Remote control
Programmed coffee
Fresh cherry tomatoes
Rip and Etta. Really?
What the hell was this crazy man up to? I kept scanning the list.
Magic tongue
Love of my life
Rainbows
The list went on and on and took up nearly the entire front and back of a page. The last entry made my heart sigh.
Because she has the other half of my heart, and together our souls beat as one.
I’d been so engrossed in figuring out the list that I hadn’t heard anyone come in. Gray’s deep voice made me leap from the bed, and the notebook went flying into the air.
“Snooping?”
“God, Gray.” I held my hand across my heart, which felt like it might beat out of my chest. “You scared the living crap out of me.”
He stayed in the doorway, filling it with his imposing frame. His arms reached over his head, holding onto the top. All it took was one look at the sexy half-smirk on his face, and I knew he was up to no good. The throb between my legs hoped whatever it was, it happened in this room.
His eyes pointed to the notebook on the floor. “Figure it out?”
“Yes, I think so. The title of the list is Gray is insane.”
His lip twitched, and he stepped into the room. He picked up the notebook and handed it to me.
“Why don’t we go through it together?”
I realized Ella hadn’t run into the room. “Where’s Ella?”
“Grandma and Grandpa’s for the night.”
Translation: Etta and Rip’s.
Ella had started to call them Grandma and Grandpa about a year ago. They’d taken her overnight a few times for us—once when we had to go out of town for a business meeting together, and again on the night Gray had asked me to move in with him.
“Did you tell me they were taking her and I forgot?”
He shook his head. “Nope. Thought we could talk without interruptions. They have Freckles, too.”
My body really loved the thought of an entire night alone with Gray. “What do you want to talk about?”
His eyes pointed to the list again. “Start reading.”
I was intrigued, to say the least. Looking down, I read the first one. “Big dick?”
“I’d say it was above average, wouldn’t you?”
“So this refers to your anatomy then?”
“Of course.”
I chuckled. “Remote control?”
He sat down on the bed. “Do you know how to work it?”
“No.”
“Well, I do.”
My brows furrowed. “Okay….”
He eyed the list again. “Keep going.”
“Programmed coffee?”
“How important is coffee to you when you wake up?”
“How important is number one on your list to you?” I said.
That sexy lip twitched again. “Keep going.”