Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Bring your wife out here anytime. I hear there’s a condo you can use.”
“And you didn’t know about that either,” he says with a laugh and pats me on the shoulder again. “Good luck with that one. She’ll keep you on your toes. But fuck with her, and they’ll never find your body.”
And with that, he walks down the steps to his rental. Erin walks out and joins me at the railing as her father waves at us and pulls away.
“I have so many questions,” I murmur as Erin and I watch Will drive down the driveway and around the bend, disappearing from sight.
“I know,” she says with a sigh. “First of all, I never meant to keep who my family is a secret.”
“Didn’t you?” I turn to her, wanting to see her face. God, I want to touch her so badly that my fingers ache, but I can’t. I need answers first.
“No. I didn’t. They just didn’t come up.”
“That’s not true. You made that cake in Seattle colors, and when I asked why, you simply said because you like that team.”
“I do like the team.”
“But you had the perfect opportunity to tell me why you like the team. You didn’t do that. You never expand on your cousins or your immediate family. Who are London and Drew, and why do they own a condo here?”
“Drew is my cousin, and London is his fiancée. Drew is the quarterback coach for Seattle, and London owns the team.”
“London Ambrose,” I repeat with a slow nod, putting the puzzle together. “One of the wealthiest women in the country. Your cousin is engaged to a billionaire.”
“Yes. He is. And you don’t have to sound so fucking judgmental about it.”
“I’m not judging—”
“Yes, you are. And I’ve had to deal with shit like this my entire life. I have very famous people in my family, but to me, they’re just people I love. I love them, Remington. I get tired of meeting new people, and when they find out who my family is, all they want to talk about is the celebrity piece of it. They don’t care about who they are as individuals. Do you know that the last person I dated didn’t really give a flying fuck about me? He just kept asking when he could meet my dad.”
“He was an asshole.”
“Yeah. He was. That happens more often than not. So no, I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of where I came from, but for just once in my life, who they are wasn’t a factor for me. No one knew or cared here. I was just Erin, the new girl, living a pretty normal life that I really liked. And now, here we are. You’re asking questions and looking at me like I’m a fucking science experiment.”
“Stop that shit.”
Chapter Eleven
Erin
His eyes are hot, the gold flecks practically shooting fire as he rounds on me, still not touching me.
“You’re not a goddamn science experiment. You’re a woman living in my home, taking care of my kids. For fuck’s sake, Erin, it’s more than that, and we both know it. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in that coffee shop. You said yourself that the feeling’s mutual, yet I’ve been thrown for one hell of a loop.”
“Why? Because my father’s famous? Because I have a trust fund at the ready that I could use to make my life easier?”
“Yes.”
Well, at least he didn’t lie about it. Sure, it stings, but he didn’t lie.
“I didn’t figure you for a gold digger.” I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth, and I clamp my hands over my lips as Rem’s eyes narrow into pissed-off slits.
“Do you think,” his voice is quiet and way too calm. Anger radiates from him, his muscles bunching in agitation. “That I give one shit about your motherfucking money?”
“No.” I shake my head. Jesus, I want to reach for him, hug him, and soothe him. “No, I don’t, and that was so completely out of line.”
“But you do think it because otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it. You threw me for a loop because I see a man walking up to my front door, and it’s Will fucking Montgomery, who happens to be looking for his daughter. That threw me for a loop. Hell, it would have thrown anyone, but don’t ever think that I give a shit about your money.”
“I don’t think it.” I drop my head into my hands now, so embarrassed that tears threaten. “How can we know absolutely nothing about each other, after all of these weeks, and you still want to kiss me?”
Wait, did I just say that last part out loud?
Fuck me.
“Let’s sit.” Rem gestures to the chairs on the porch, and I drop down into one and pull my legs up to my chest because I need to hold on to something. “We have a few hours before the kids come home, so let’s take some time to actually get to know each other.”