Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“I’ve learned to make pottery.” My chest rises and falls. I may as well spit this out. “Genevieve and I took a few elective classes at the college. We both chose pottery, though she was abysmal and dropped the class. The next one we took included painting. She rocked that, and because I’ve always loved to draw and design, I excelled at it, too. Though, I prefer working with pottery and painting on the side. We graduated and both took marketing and business classes. Genevieve had the harebrained idea we should try and make this a business venture. Two months ago, she built a website, worked on building social media, and we sold out within an hour. Our next move, we knew we had to offer a preorder and also have enough of a supply to avoid angry customers. My plan didn’t include telling you or Amos right away. I’m sure that wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I wanted to wait, show you how successful it is, to see we’re in the black and even offer custom pieces now.” The weight is officially lifted. There’s no more hiding. Two Chicks Designs is officially out there about the ownership. I look deep into Trey’s blue eyes and finish my statement, “The reason why I’m always dirty, working more hours than most, come home and am dead on my feet is because I’m doing something I genuinely love.” With those parting words, I open the front door and step inside. Champ darts in front of me, and sure as shit, there’s a new basket sitting next to Case’s, only this one is full of chew toys, stuffed animals, and ropes. In the other corner there’s a dog bed, and I’ll bet Trey got one for my bedroom, too. God, I love this man so damn much it hurts, and I really hope what I just word vomited doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.
NINETEEN
TREY
Ain’t no goddamn way I’m going to let Sienna walk away without her hearing what I’ve got to say. I’m at the entrance to the house, hand on the latch for the screen door when the heavy wood shuts in my face. I turn the knob and see her standing there, stone-cold still, her back to me, an arm up, and I can tell she’s got her hand placed over her heart.
I take another step, close the door behind me, and then move straight to her. Champ is currently walking in a circle inside his dog bed, pawing at it like a blanket, which I guess the next time I’m at the store, I’ll pick up a couple. Sienna doesn’t take her eyes off the Border Collie, and I move in closer. My arm wraps around her middle, and I pull her into my chest, dipping my head and giving her the words she deserves.
“Proud of you, sugar, what you and Genevieve got going on. It takes a lot of courage to go out and do this on your own.” Sienna’s head tips backwards, head turning so we’re looking at one another, and I keep going. “I hated it, fuckin’ hated every damn minute of pushing you out my door that last time. It ate at my gut, sliced open my soul, and it took all I had not to chase after you. The pregnancy scare you had, part of me wished I’d have knocked you up to keep you tied to me. I know better to even think like that. Amos and my whole damn family would have skinned me alive. I’d have deserved it, too.” I slide my lips to the shell of her ear. “And while you were away, I threw myself into work. Stayed away as much as a man can, and when you came home, I knew it was only a matter of time until we’d be back together. But watching you leave, seeing the light dim in your eyes each and every time, that killed me, Sienna. Still, glad like hell you got out of Arrowleaf to find what you’re passionate about.”
I don’t go into detail on how I know how fucking scary it is to sink your life savings into a new venture. That’s a completely different type of animal. Your money could be gone in a matter of days if shit goes sideways. I get why she kept shit quiet. Hell, Amos and I should have done similar. I was pretty sure my last name was fucking us over until Amos sent a text early this evening and saying we’re good to fucking go. He was heading to Texas in the next week to pick up our herd. We could have very well gotten ours from somewhere local, but Amos has a friend down in Texas who just did some cross breed, and the stock looked too damn good to pass up. Before he took his much-needed vacation, Amos asked if I’d take over the farm while he went down there to transport them back. Who knows what will happen now? I’ve got no problem doing it again, this time for purely selfish reasons.