Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Yesterday you mentioned liking pot roast. Well, Red’s Diner has the best pot roast in town. And for dessert, I ordered us each a slice of apple cinnamon Blaze cake.”
He starts to laugh. “I’ll finally get to try the cake I’ve heard so much about. It sounds perfect.”
We sit down to eat, and I’m too enamored by watching him enjoy his meal so I just pick at my food. “Mmmm, mmm, mmm, this is good.”
I bite my lip as I smile at him. “Yeah, this is good.”
We both talk about our day. He tells me about the coffee table he made, and I talk about the woman that came in with the hair she’d tried to bleach at home and wanted me to fix.
Everything is going smoothly and we’re about finished with our desserts when he asks the question I knew he’d be bringing up tonight. “So we going to talk about it?”
I try to stall. “I’m going to save the rest of my cake for later. Why don’t you go into the living room and I’ll clean up and be right in.”
He stands up and rolls up his sleeves. “You think you’re getting rid of me, but you’re not. A few dishes won’t hurt me, Liv.”
Already, I’ve learned not to argue with him. I decide to just keep my mouth closed and appreciate the fact that he wants to help. We work side by side washing and drying the two plates and silverware and then after wiping off the table, we go into the living room to sit down.
I’m quiet, and he notices. “What are you thinking about?”
“Uh, honestly, I’m thinking about how that first day you were so uptight and uncomfortable, and you seem to be a little more relaxed now. I like seeing it.”
He nods, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, this new therapy has me thinking more about the future. It’s opening me up to things I didn’t think were possible. And yeah, even though being out in public makes me a little nervous, I’m feeling better about things.”
“That’s good, Jason. I’m happy—”
He interrupts me. “But it’s not just therapy, Liv. It’s you too. Meeting you has definitely been the highlight for me.”
He reaches for me, and when he finds my hand, he threads our fingers together. “We need to talk about last night, Liv. You know we do. If I did something wrong, you need to tell me. I can take it.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He speaks calmly. “Okay, then talk to me. Tell me what’s going on with you.”
My eyes are glued to him. He’s so handsome, understanding, kind, and funny, and he’s a complete alpha. He’s everything I want in a man, but there are so many what ifs. What if he gets his sight back and leaves Whiskey Run, going back to doing whatever he did before? What if he gets his sight back and takes one look at me and decides he’s not attracted to me? What if I let him in and he cheats or leaves me? I can already feel an attachment to him like nothing I’ve felt before.
“Olivia,” he says.
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
He smiles softly at me. His gaze is right on me, and even though I know he isn’t, it feels as if he’s gazing directly into my soul. “Just talk to me, Liv. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
CHAPTER 17
JASON
“I’m not thinking about anything,” she says.
I shake my head in frustration. “I would give anything to see your face, Liv. I feel like there’s so many things you’re not telling me or don’t want to talk about.”
She leans into me. “And what, you think if you could see me, you’d know?”
I groan in frustration. “I don’t know. I really don’t. But something has to give, Liv.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, and then she pushes my hands away and climbs onto my lap and sits down. My cock twitches between my legs as she settles onto me.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
My voice sounds strained. “This is perfect.”
I put my hands to her waist and drag her closer. She leans against me with an oomph.
I slide my hands up and down her back. “I want to kiss you.”
Her voice softens. “I want that too.”
I’m about to pull her in and kiss her when I stop. “But first—”
She groans, letting me know she was anticipating our kiss too.
I move my hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. “But first,” I start again, “I want to know why you left last night.”
I can feel her face pull tight and pensive. Her smile disappears, and it’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk about this. “What is it, Liv? Talk to me.”
She tilts her head to the side, and I slide my hands to her neck. Her pulse jumps under my fingers, and she mumbles softly. “I had to leave because it was pretty intense.”