Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I had no idea going into this that I would end up genuinely liking him, but I do, and the chemistry between us is something I’ve never experienced with anyone else, but those two things don’t really matter. Do they? On Saturday, which is just a couple of days away, we go back to reality, and every time I think about that, I start to feel sick.
“Are you planning on becoming a fisherman?” His question drags me from my thoughts, and I look up to find him sitting behind the desk with his phone forgotten on top of a stack of files.
“Fisherwoman, and maybe.” I shrug. “It’s relaxing.”
“I know something else that can relax you.” He grins, and my ears get hot. “Princess, are you blushing?”
“You’re so annoying, and I hate that nickname.”
“Hmm.” He gets up and walks toward me slowly, and darn if my nipples and other parts of me start to tingle as he gets closer. When he’s standing over me, he bends, placing a fist in the couch next to my hip and the other on the arm of it as his face gets close to mine. “You didn’t seem to mind me calling you princess this morning.”
“Well… that was this morning.”
“So I can use it when I’m inside you. Noted.” He smirks before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “What do you say we get out of here?”
“Are you done working?” I glance over at his phone that just happens to start ringing.
“For now.” He keeps his face an inch from mine. “Do you want to go into Wenatchee? They have a few historical sites we could visit?”
“Really?” I ask, sounding far too excited.
“Since you knew all the answers to all the questions last night, I figured history is your thing.”
“It is.” I smile, and he laughs, dropping one more kiss to my lips before he tugs me up off the couch. “Go get dressed, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Yay.” I lean up without thinking and kiss the underside of his jaw. “I’ll be quick.”
With a bounce in my step, I go to our room and dig through my bag for something to wear, then strip off my T-shirt and the bike shorts I had on.
I slip on my simple white maxi dress and head for the bathroom, taking my hair out of the bun I had it in, deciding to leave it down and run a few pumps of hair tamer through it so it won’t look so wild. I then grab my makeup bag and quickly add some bronzer and blush along with mascara.
When I’m finished, I grab my jean jacket and am just about to put on my sandals when I hear raised voices coming from the kitchen.
“Oh no,” I whisper, recognizing one as Jace and the other as Brice. “This can’t be good.”
I swing open the door and start to rush down the hall, but a hand bands around my wrist, stopping me before I can reach the kitchen. I spin around to tell whoever it is to let me go, but freeze when Daniel says softly, “This fight is long overdue. You need to let them hash it out.”
“But—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Trust me, Penny. This is a longtime coming.” He tugs me back with him toward the stairs away from the yelling, then urges me up the first one. “Go wait in the library with Janelle.”
Biting my lip, I glance toward the kitchen one last time, then nod and walk up the stairs, jumping every time there is a loud noise. When I reach the library, I open the door and attempt to smile when I find Janelle curled up on the couch where I was sitting earlier.
“Close the door, sweet girl, and come here.” She pats the couch next to her, and I reluctantly do as she asked, then wrap my arms around my waist as I walk to where she’s sitting. “One thing you’ll learn rather quickly if you ever have sons is boys are not good at talking about their emotions. They let everything bottle up until it’s too late, and then they explode all over the place.” She rubs my arm when there is a loud bang. “It sounds worse than it is.”
“What started it?” I look over at her.
“Brice lost some money on a bad investment, and he mentioned that he might have to sell their house. I told Jace about it in passing, and he decided to step in and offer him what he lost.”
“So Brice is mad that Jace offered to give him the money he would need so he wouldn’t lose his house?”
“I think you and I both know there is more to it than that.”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I know.”
“Both my boys, God love them, are idiots. Brice, for not talking to his brother, and Jace, for thinking that shoving money someone’s way will make things better.”