Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
One minute he’s the happy go lucky teen, the next he’s like a seasoned tycoon and then he’s like a damn fourth century Chinese philosopher. And let’s not get started on when he goes into protector mode.
But this, I’m not so sure. I walked next door to the room where Shane was getting dressed. We were in pretty much the same boat him and I. Part of the reason I wasn’t finding this whole thing preposterous.
A year ago I wasn’t even thinking about marriage. The only thing on my mind was playing ball and making it to the big leagues. Now I still want those things and so much more.
But now that the time has come and I’m looking back I can’t remember how I got here. It’s as if since we moved here, I’ve become someone else. I’m no longer the carefree teenager I once was, not that my life is bogged down with shit now.
But I don’t think the same. And when I look back, it started with Jace, and meeting Belle. Maybe it’s the unexpectedness of finding kids like them here in the midst of the superficial, or it could simply be that when you meet the girl of your dreams, you start thinking, and acting differently.
I have no real answers for it. I know of physical growth spurts, but as I stood in that room, facing the day ahead, I knew I’d had a mental growth.
My body looks the same when I look in the mirror, and there were some thoughts in my head that were still the same. But I felt like a whole new person.
I took out the ring I’d bought for Red and looked at it for the one hundredth time. I needed this to be perfect for her. I want all her days to be as close to perfect from now on as I can make them. It’s all I ever think about.
Dad says it’s part of being in love and I guess it is, but it makes me crazy. I think of her more than I do myself. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s just…I’m turning into Jace.
“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?” I walked into the room Shane was using at the Saunders house.
“You got a better idea?”
“I don’t know, Jace said Sian was going to set the stage but…”
“It’ll be fine. You ready?” I nodded with a lump in my throat and headed for the door. In about an hour our parents and friends were going to be gathered to watch all of us get married.
That’s right, that’s Jace’s great plan. He’d said a whole lot more the day he sprang it on us, some of which was lost on me. He had these grand ideas in his head about our future, all our futures. Ergo the enigma thing.
I guess some of that comes from growing up in the land of make believe, or because your family owned and ran a big chunk of that land, I don’t know. But the guy has the most pure ideals of anyone I know.
It’s like his heart stopped growing when he was a kid and it still holds all the things he believed in then, true today. I wish I could see life as purely as he does.
I wish that I could believe that I just needed to want something bad enough to make it happen. I wasn’t worried about her not wanting to marry me. I know she does. I’m worried about her agreeing to share her wedding day with three other people.
What if she balks? What if she thinks it’s too soon? It was too late to worry about it now though. I haven’t been able to see Sian to ask her how things went because Jace had dragged her off hours ago and no one has seen either of them since.
That made me laugh. Last night there was a knock down drag out fight when our moms suggested Sian sleep in the other wing. You’d think they said Siberia the way Jace reacted.
When they wouldn’t give up, he took her out of the house to the little guesthouse next door, putting an end to it and leaving the adults back here laughing their heads off and reminiscing.
I have to say I like the way my parents seem more relaxed since we moved here. And these last few weeks since we’d all been staying here while our home was being repaired, I like that I got to see how Jace’s parents really are with my sister.
I like that when we leave here she’s still going to be getting the same treatment, that it wasn’t an act when her father in law kissed her hair in passing when she was sitting down at the table. Or how her mother in law speaks to her so relaxed, asking her opinion like they were old friends.