Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
And he laughed again…that time actually looking relaxed and happy as he did it.
Perfect.
“I still think you were the one to give her that fucking glitter.” He glared, but I could see the laughter in his eyes. “One day I’ll prove it.”
Ha.
Bullshit.
“You’ve got a screw loose. I told you it was probably her mother. You pissed her off the week before that glitter magically appeared.” If he thought I’d confess to that after having gotten away with it for over a year, he was dumber than he looked.
Even Erin hadn’t figured out that I’d been the one to do it.
Fuck. She hadn’t even figured out I’d been her work Secret Santa that’d gotten her Play-Doh. Clearly, there were too many bad influences at the art shop she managed and the list of who could’ve done it had been entirely too long.
I was a badass brother-in-law and I’d be a badass Daddy when I finally found my mate. Of course, at that point, Jeff could be the troublemaker who bought my boy messy gifts, but I’d take care of the rest. I just had to find him.
Jeff finding his mate first hadn’t surprised me. Erin had moved into town when they were teenagers and sparks had gone off like fireworks the first time they’d met. The fact that she’d ended up being a little and he’d turned out to be a Daddy only made me more confident that my boy was waiting for me…somewhere.
Obviously not in Whitehorse or even Canada considering I was headed to the States, but I’d find him.
“Fine.” His smile dimmed slightly, but he wasn’t as upset as he’d been before. “But all hell will break loose if you don’t call us at least weekly. We’ll fly down and find your ass.”
Barking out a laugh, I nodded. “Deal.”
Realizing that was all he would get from me, he jerked his head toward the house. “Erin’s making you coffee and a breakfast sandwich to take with you since I know you won’t stick around here any longer.”
I couldn’t.
The drive just to get to the next major town was too fucking long.
Sure, the trailer was equipped with solar panels on the roof and I’d packed enough food and water to be good for days, but I had no plans to rough it the whole way down. I was going to find stops to sketch and paint. I was going to have fun, and I was going to follow the magic that someone had sent to find me.
How had my life gotten insane so quickly?
“Thanks.” But no matter how far I had to drive, I could spend five more minutes since I was pretty sure I’d never be moving back.
My mate was waiting for me somewhere, and I just had to find him.
And figure out how he’d put me under a fucking compulsion.
Someone definitely needed a spanking.
Chapter 3
Alick
“You look like a rabbit ready to jump out of its shell.” Kenzie’s ridiculous description didn’t get any better as I repeated it in my head, but I knew what he was trying to say as he plunked himself down across from me at the diner.
“Something’s weird.” My response was just as ridiculous, but he nodded like it was perfectly reasonable.
“Magic.” Sighing, he leaned back against the bench and frowned at me. “I’m sorry you’re having to be patient.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong.
“Thank you.” Not sure what else to say, I shrugged. “It’s been a long month.”
I shouldn’t have been able to feel the magic of what we’d done. I was human. But the magic didn’t seem to realize that and my anxiety had been growing faster than any plant in the nursery. It was like I could feel my mate getting closer.
Or it might’ve been the impending doom of magic getting ready to explode.
No one was exactly sure what would happen and I’d spent weeks worrying over every ridiculous option.
I’d definitely been reading one too many of Kenzie’s weird dirty books because my dreams had been full of sex during the magical apocalypse. I was hoping the end of the world nonsense was just my imagination going into overdrive…but the sex part I really wanted to be true.
Because according to my imagination, my mate was fucking built.
Trying not to be greedy and beg the universe for a mate who was that big and sexy and a Daddy, I pushed the wishful thinking out of my head.
Still looking sad and kind of thoughtful, Kenzie forced a smile onto his face. “I just didn’t expect it to take this long.”
“No one did.” We both ignored the comment from the peanut gallery, although Kenzie did wave at someone behind me.
“I’m just not sure what it means.” I wasn’t sure why it’d been a month and my mate still hadn’t appeared. I wasn’t sure why I could feel the magic. I wasn’t sure why there was now a chart on the wall of the diner that was counting the days we’d been waiting on my mate to appear.