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)
“Good, and we’re still not thinking about that. So, are you having a lot of sex with my brother?”
I choke on my water and cover my mouth with a napkin as I cough and sputter, making Millie grin.
“Jesus, that was an abrupt change in subject.”
“Go on, answer the question.”
“We make time for it,” I reply. “Usually when I get back from taking the kids to school.”
“That’s handy. I think my parents are planning to offer to take the kids for the weekend next week. They want to go to Spokane for a few days, do some shopping, and visit with my aunt Melissa.”
“Oh, nice. The kids will love that. How far away is Spokane?”
“It’s about a six-hour drive is all,” she replies. “Pretty easy. The kids always love staying in hotels with a pool.”
“Of course, they do. Do people not have pools here? I grew up with one in the backyard.”
Millie watches me for a minute and then laughs. “No. We only get about three months of good weather. Four if we’re lucky. It’s a waste of time and money to put in a pool.”
“That makes sense. Well, they’ll have fun.”
“And you’ll have a whole sexy weekend to yourselves.” Millie wiggles her eyebrows. “Score.”
That makes me laugh, and then I sit back and pat my stomach. “I’m full.”
“Too full for cheesecake?”
I bite my lower lip. “Are we sharing?”
“Fuck no, we aren’t sharing.”
“Yeah, I want cheesecake.”
It’s late when I get back to the ranch. Millie and I ended up staying at the restaurant for a while, just chatting away the hours.
I haven’t done that in a long time, and it was fun.
I did text Remington to let him know not to expect me for quite a while, and he just told me to have fun.
He’s not suffocating, which I really appreciate. He doesn’t even bat an eyelash when I say I want to spend time with my friends. Not that he should, but some would.
I’m glad he’s not a jerk.
When I walk into the house, it suddenly hits me that I’m so, so tired. What an emotional rollercoaster of a day, between getting the flowers, discovering that Roger had fallen and was hurt, and then the fun few hours with Millie.
It was all over the place.
I want a hot shower and comfortable clothes, so I head for my bedroom first and make a beeline for the shower.
Thirty minutes later, bundled up in sweats and Rem’s sweatshirt, I make my way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. I’ve just taken a glass out of the cabinet when Remington walks in and smiles at me from across the room.
Holy shit, that smile is devastating.
“How is it that you can make my heart go pitter-patter with just a smile?” I pull the cork out of the bottle and pour half of a glass. “Would you like some?”
“No thanks.” He’s in a simple white T-shirt and red flannel pajama pants, and he pads on bare feet over to me. “You like the sweatshirt.”
“I sleep in it.” I sip the wine. “It smells like you, and it’s comforting.”
He cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over my skin. “Something’s bothering you. Didn’t you have fun with my sister?”
“Yeah, we had fun. We shopped and ate; what’s not to like?” I set the glass down and then step into his embrace, enjoying the way his arms come around me as he holds me close. My head rests on his chest, and I can hear his heartbeat. I’m all talked out when it comes to the potential stalker, and I don’t really have anything to tell him anyway, so I decide to wait to fill him in until I hear from my dad tomorrow. “It was kind of an all-over-the-place kind of day. How about yours? How are the kids?”
“They’re passed out.” He kisses the top of my head. “We took the horses out today and then helped my mom plant some flowers.”
“Nice.”
“My parents are taking the kids next weekend.”
“Millie mentioned that. They’ll have fun.”
Rem tips my chin up so I’m looking up into his face. “So will we.” His eyes narrow. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Just tired. It was a late night last night and an early morning today. All I need is a good night’s sleep.”
“Want to watch a show for a little bit?”
“Absolutely.” I grab my wine and follow him into the family room and get settled on the couch while he finds us something to watch. We end up on a blind dating show, where at the end of the season, the couple has to decide if they’re getting married. “I love stuff like this.”
“Reality TV?”
“Yeah. It’s like crack to me.”
Curled up beside Remington, with my head on his arm and my hand in his, we watch TV until I fall asleep before the end of the first episode.