Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Fine,” they both mutter, sounding more like children than grown men.
Jameson is a tall and lanky brown-haired, blue-eyed cutie. He’s polite when he introduces himself and mentions that he’s going to the school of arts that Ellie attends for music.
“He has the best voice,” Ellie gushes, making Jameson blush.
“And where are you going?” Micah asks, even though Ellie already told us.
“To Coffee Grind to work on a project,” Jameson says. “Then, maybe to hang out with some friends after.”
“What kind of car do you drive?” Lincoln asks.
“A GTR.”
“That’s a pretty badass car,” Micah adds. “How fast have you gone in it?”
I hold my breath, realizing it’s a trap, but luckily, Jameson doesn’t fall for it. “I don’t speed,” he says, his voice cracking.
The guys take turns interrogating poor Jameson, and as embarrassing as it is for Ellie, I love that we have people in our life who care. For too long it has just been us against the world. But now, we have family.
When it seems the kid has passed whatever test they’ve given him, Micah sighs and says, “You can wait for her outside.” Jameson wishes us a good night and walks out the door.
“What was that for?” Ellie hisses.
“You have your phone on you?” Micah asks, standing and walking over to her.
Ellie nods.
“And money?”
Another nod.
He pulls a credit card out of his wallet and hands it to her. “This is in case of an emergency.”
She takes it from him and mutters, “Thank you.”
“If you need anything, I mean anything at all, you call us,” he says to her. “He might seem cool and have a decent car, but he’s still a teenage boy. Don’t let him talk you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
Ellie’s eyes well up, and I worry Micah’s pushed her too far. But then she throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
Micah pats her head, and a lump of emotion fills my throat. “Behave,” he says to her. “And remember, if you’re ever in a situation and need us to pick you up, we’re here. You won’t be in trouble. We’d rather you call us and be safe than have something bad happen because you’re afraid to tell us.”
“Thank you,” she says, pulling away and wiping her tears. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a dad.” She glances at me. “I guess it’s not so bad.” With those words, she’s out the door, leaving us all speechless.
My phone goes off a few minutes later, and I grab it, worried it’s her already, but it’s Micah’s mom, Donna.
Donna
Micah never lets us celebrate his birthday. Any chance you can convince him to let us celebrate this year? (And yes, I’m trying to get you to use the wife card. LOL)
I laugh at her text and then it hits me… “When is your birthday?”
“What?” Micah asks at the same time Lincoln barks out a laugh.
“How are we married, and we don’t know when each other’s birthdays are?”
“Speak for yourself.” Micah scoffs. “Yours is April 3rd.”
“Of course you know when it is...You’re like a professional stalker!”
Lincoln laughs again and I glare at him. “And on that note,” he says, standing. “I’m out of here.”
“Did you come by for a reason?” Micah asks him.
“I wanted to talk about the restaurant’s grand opening, but we can talk later.” He glances at me and grins. “His birthday is next Saturday. Let me know where the party is.”
“Your birthday is next week, and you didn’t tell me?” I pout.
“It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs. “I’ll be thirty-three. I’m practically an old man. That’s hardly anything to celebrate.”
“But you’re such a sexy old man,” I joke, snaking my arms around his neck. “Can we throw a party?” I ask, batting my lashes.
“You already know I can’t say no to you,” he groans, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging playfully. “I say we take advantage of the fact that we have the house to ourselves. I’m thinking kitchen island. I don’t think I’ve fucked you on it yet.”
“I don’t know,” I say, keeping my voice serious. “Are you sure an old man such as yourself can handle fucking me on the kitchen island?”
“Oh, I’ll show you what this old man is capable of,” he growls. Picking me up and carrying me over to the island, he proceeds to show me exactly what he’s capable of—twice!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MICAH
“Happy Birthday, baby. Make a wish and blow out the candles,” Sienna says, grinning from ear to ear.
“I already have everything I could ever want,” I tell her, not giving a shit that the fifty people gathered to celebrate my birthday can hear me sounding like a damn sap.
Everyone sighs and Sienna scrunches her nose in embarrassment. “Just blow out the damn candles,” she says, playfully nudging my shoulder.