Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“I don’t give them human food, Lilly,” Harry said gently.
I frowned at him.
He smiled at me. “I don’t want them begging.”
I made it obvious as I turned back to Smokey, before I glanced to Harry’s side of the bed where two chocolate snouts were also doing some exploring around the edge, then raised my eyes to Harry.
“A dog is gonna dog,” I stated.
Harry started laughing again, maybe not as strong as before, but I still loved it.
I sipped then grabbed my own cheese-smeared piece of bread and ate it. I’d seen the recipe on Instagram, and since it was quick and easy but looked delish, I gave it a go.
I was right. It was delish.
“Dad came by the station today,” Harry said.
“Yeah?” I asked, popping an olive in my mouth.
“He’s making reservations for Bon Amie tomorrow night. Caroline’s last night in town. You good with that?”
Because it was expensive, I’d only been to the restaurant at Bon Amie once, on a date. Though I’d gone to the burlesque show they had in the basement more than once, because it was awesome and the perfect girls’ night out.
“That’d be great.”
“They’ve invited Ronetta and George.”
“I’ll get in touch with Ronnie tomorrow and see if they’re free.”
“And Dad told me he’s selling his house in Phoenix and moving in with Caroline.”
This made me so happy for Greg and Caroline, as well as Harry, I beamed at him.
His brown eyes twinkled.
Yes, it made Harry happy.
“He’s also going to buy back the house, with Josh, and they’re going to live up here for half the year. He misses his sons, his grandkids, and apparently Caroline’s daughter takes advantage of Grandma, and she needs a break.”
That wasn’t cool of Caroline’s daughter, but I was stuck on the first part of what he said.
“He’s going to buy back the house?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, popping a grape in his mouth. After he swallowed, he went on. “With Josh. They’re going to collect toys. A boat. ATVs. Josh is going to use it as a weekend place.” With that, he bit into a roll of genoa salami.
“Your house?” I pushed.
He focused on me.
“Don’t you kind of need your house?” I asked.
“I do. And then, eventually, I won’t,” he stated.
My pulse picked up.
We stared at each other.
But really, nothing needed to be said.
Honestly, if he was a terrible lover, I’d see if we could work on that, and I’d put in as much effort as was needed.
But he wasn’t.
He was as great in bed as he was everywhere else.
So, yeah.
Nothing needed to be said.
“I love that for you,” I told him.
I watched the tension leave his shoulders, and he grabbed another piece of shmeared toasted baguette.
“Dad as well as Josh being around more often, I love it too.”
“So, a good day,” I noted, though it was a question.
“Sean found some evidence that’s leading us further down the path of finding some answers on the Ballard case. I’m not surprised at the answer we’re getting, even if it sucks. So yeah, a good day.”
I knew he couldn’t tell me why it sucked, but I loved he could talk to me in the way he could about his work, and he did.
And I really loved both of us having a good day.
Just to say, I loved practically everything, if it had to do with Harry.
I told him about my day. “I had an author reach out to me. I’m a fan of hers. She wants me to proof for her. She publishes four books a year. I have the time, and it’ll be a nice bump in income.”
“Awesome, honey,” he said through a small smile.
“Totally,” I agreed.
We lapsed into chatting about our days, about Harry’s father’s and brother’s plans to update and redecorate the house. I nearly accosted him when I caught the warmth in his eyes after I told him I spent half an hour with the dogs throwing tennis balls in the backyard. And I almost did it again when I asked him if he’d help me decorate for Halloween that weekend (no surprise, he said yes).
Harry made me remain in bed when he took the plates back to the kitchen. I refilled the glasses while he was gone (and yes, my drapes and blinds were open at the front, so Harry put on his trousers, though he did it commando…yum).
But we didn’t drink the recharged champagne (at first), because Harry had other things on his mind when he returned.
Or one thing. Singular.
Me.
He did as he said he would, and our second time was slower. I got to get him in my mouth. He went down on me again. He took his time taking me there, and naturally, for me to take him to the same place.
But once we got there, it was no less spectacular.
We finished the night sipping champagne and whispering to each other.