Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I groaned then rolled over to see Sam. I smiled, but didn't move.
He leaned down to give me a soft kiss and then rubbed his whiskers against my cheek. I smacked him playfully, because if he kept it up my skin would start itching like it always did. His beard seemed too irritate my skin, just like Chewy's fur did. Sam tried to keep it short, but at the end of a work day it was inevitable.
My stomach growled, so I rolled over and out of bed glancing at the clock to see that it was already fifteen until eight. Oops. Guess I slept longer than I meant to.
"Janie in bed?" I asked voice still rough from sleep.
"Yeah, for forty five minutes now. Dinners in the microwave. Just a couple tacos." He said absently, “Storm’s coming. I’m going to be out on the swing.”
His abrupt departure made me think something was wrong with him. I have been taking of advantage of him lately. It was so easy to have him take care of everything. He was so busy all the time, and here I am making him pick Janie up and cook dinner. Not to mention the fact that he or one of the guys had to trail me all day because of whoever was writing the notes. I’ve been asking too much of him lately.
I walked to the microwave and got my food out and started eating it before I even closed the microwave door. I ate all three tacos standing up eating over the sink, and then laid the plate in the sink. I did this quite a bit, since I was a lazy ass and didn't want to clean up after myself or sit down only to get right back up. I made a quick potty break, and grabbed a throw blanket off the couch before heading to the back porch to see Sam sitting on the porch swing. I wrapped the blanket around my body and then sat down snuggling close into Sam's body. His arm curled around my shoulders, and I laid my head in his chest.
"It's not really cold out here, what's with the blanket?" He asked.
“I think I may be getting sick. I've felt kind of blah all day today.” I answered. “I'm actually still tired, even after my three hour nap. Finals kicked my ass this week. If I never see another muscle I'll be happy."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. You've been working yourself too hard. Glad I let you sleep.” He said.
“I’m sorry that I made you pick up Janie. I’m shirking my responsibilities.” I said to him.
“I don’t mind picking her up, her daycare is on my way home, and I was already in my Suburban so it really wasn’t even that big of a deal.”
Something in my chest loosened when he explained that to me. I let out a deep breath and said, “If I ever do something, or ask you to do something and you don’t have time, you need to make sure you tell me. I don’t want to take advantage of you. You are already doing so much for me with having your men protect me, helping with Janie, and letting us move into your-” I was saying before he shut me up with a hard kiss.
“Enough. I don’t do anything that I don’t want to do. If something is bothering me, I will let you know. Blaine is getting the same treatment, but since she works from home she doesn’t need it like you do. So stop making such a big deal about it, everything will be fine.” He said, pulling me close again.
We lapsed into silence. Sam was pushing off with his feet making the swing rock when the first bolt of lightning struck, followed by a clap of thunder that scared the piss out of me, making me squeal a little.
I felt Sam's chest shake and I elbowed him in the ribs.
"You suck." I said to him.
"Not as well as you do. " he quipped back.
"I only suck so good cause you taught me how to suck. You were my first." I retorted.
He chuckled, and then said "And last."
“I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow at ten, what do you have going on tomorrow?” I asked
“Working with Elliott on the new project. It’s Friday so we will all take off a little early around three. Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you want to stay in?” he answered.
“I have a roast that I took out of the freezer to cook for tomorrow. So, stay in. We could play Things again with everyone once we are done eating!” I said, getting a little excited.
“Ughhh. I wouldn’t do this for anyone but you.” He said smiling slightly.
I laid my head on his chest and we rocked while listening to the storm raging around us. This was a good storm; I only hoped that it wouldn’t produce tornados. It wasn’t long before I was asleep.
SAM
After she fell asleep on the swing, I sat there a while thinking that my life was pretty good right now. The woman I loved was in my arms, my mom was safe, and I had a successful business. Never, even in my wildest dreams, would I have thought that I’d be where I am right now.
There were some problems with who was targeting the team. Blaine had started to get letters too, but I was keeping that from Cheyenne. She didn’t need to worry about that when she was taking her finals. I had planned on telling her tonight, but she was asleep before I could get to it. I thought about telling her she didn’t have to work, but knew that wouldn’t go over well with her independent nature. It’d be like setting a match to some kindling.
Ember gave me some good advice about how to deal with Cheyenne and her weird moods. Cheyenne had been cleaning up after the party, even when everyone told her to leave it for the next morning. Ember stood beside me for a few moments, telling me that Cheyenne was very passionate about things and people that mattered to her. “She has a bitch of a temper. Just let her do what she wants. There was this one time when we were out to dinner for James’ birthday and she had a piece of chocolate cake in a to-go box that she didn’t finish. We were all walking out to the parking lot and James pushed her from behind and made her drop the box, where it opened and fell out onto the ground. In my opinion it was hilarious, but to James it wasn’t. She practically went postal, about a piece of cake! She made him feel awful, she was crying and screaming, and to this day she still brings up this piece of cake that he made her drop. The thing I’m trying to get at is, is that if she wants to do something, just let her, or she’ll never let you hear the end of it.” With that she turned and helped Cheyenne finish picking up.