Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 138072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“Right,” I say, giving her a smile, knowing I’m about to have to explain in a few seconds, so it’s best she gets out of here. “Why don’t you go draw Meghan a picture? I’m sure she’d love one. Wouldn’t want her getting jealous.”
After Maddie runs off, I head for the kitchen, Meghan tromping along behind me. “You gonna spill or do I have to call for a special prosecutor?”
“I think she summed it up nicely,” I say, scouring through the fridge and the cabinets, pulling out stuff to throw together a quick dinner. “She drew him a picture. I gave it to him.”
“How?”
I cut my eyes at her and continue what I’m doing.
“Son of a bitch,” she growls, dropping down into a chair at the kitchen table. “He showed up again, didn’t he? He actually had the balls to show his face.”
“He said he wanted to talk.”
“So you talked to him?”
“Yes.”
Meghan covers her face with her hands. “You’re right. It could be worse. Could be much worse, so go and enjoy your night. Because compared to that, Andrew is perfect.”
“I wouldn’t say all that,” I mumble.
She shakes her head, eyeing me warily as I preheat the oven. “What are you doing?”
“Throwing something together for dinner.”
“Why? Don’t you have a date?”
“Yeah, but Maddie hasn’t eaten yet, and Drew won’t be here for an hour, so…”
“So that gives you just enough time to get ready,” she says. “I can handle dinner, no big deal.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she says. “Go put on something that’ll make him want to ravish you, you know, if you’re into all that. Gag.”
Laughing, I head to my bedroom to change, throwing on a pair of jeans and a pink blouse before taking it right back off. Ugh. I change three times before settling on a pair of black leggings and a purple tunic, heading back out to the kitchen to Meghan. “How’s this look?”
She casts a glance my way before saying, “Unless he’s taking you to Planet Fitness for some Pilates, it’s a no from me.”
Rolling my eyes, I head back to the bedroom to try again, putting on some flared khakis and a flowery flowing top.
The second that Meghan sees me, she makes a face. “Time-traveling to Woodstock?”
“Funny,” I mutter, going back to my bedroom yet again, putting on skinny jeans and a black top.
“Now you’re not even trying.” Meghan glares at me. “Don’t you have that dress still? You know, that black one with the lace?”
“This isn’t a big thing, Meghan. He’s taking me to dinner.”
“Yeah, well, if you wear the black dress, you might end up being dessert.”
I stare at her for a moment before shrugging. What the heck? Heading into the bedroom, I pull the dress out from the back of my closet, not giving it too much thought before yanking it on. I run my fingers through my hair, letting it do whatever it wants, and am in the bathroom putting on a bit of makeup when Maddie pops up in the doorway. “You look pretty, Mommy.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I say, gazing at her in the reflection of the mirror as she watches me, her expression curious. I pat the counter beside the sink, inviting her to join me, and she climbs up to sit on it as I grab a tube of lip-gloss, strawberry flavored. She puckers up, and I put some on her, smiling as I do it. “You know I love you, right, pretty girl? I love you more than everything. More than the trees and the birds and the sky. More than even pepperoni pizza and Harlequin novels.”
“What’s a Harley-Quinn novel?”
“Nothing you’ll need to know about for a long, long time,” I say, putting the lip-gloss away. “Just know that I don’t love them nearly as much as I love you.”
She kicks her feet, grinning. “I love you, too.”
“More than chocolate ice cream and Saturday mornings?”
“Uh-huh,” she says. “More than colors and money!”
“No way.”
“And the Yoo-Hoo drinks and Happy Meal toys.”
“Whoa.”
“And even more than Breezeo!”
Eyes wide, I look at her. That’s some serious commitment coming from my superhero-loving girl. “You know, you can love us the same.”
“Nuh-uh,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re my mommy, so I love you more.”
I press my pointer finger to the tip of her nose. “Well, I sure appreciate it, but remember that it’s okay if you ever do.”
Pulling her off the counter, I set her on her feet and glance at the time—five minutes until six. “I’ve gotta get going soon, sweetheart.”
“Can I come?”
“Not tonight,” I tell her, “but maybe next time. You get to hang out with Aunt Meghan instead.”
She pouts her lips, the sight of her expression making me want to call Drew and cancel, because screw doing anything that makes her look so disappointed. But she recovers, wrapping her arms around me in a hug before running off.