Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Or maybe we can start our own company, something that Rick and I will get to do together. I just don’t know yet, but maybe it’s okay not to know. Back when I was taking my Masters, Rick told me every single day that it was important, and I was brilliant, and I’ve already done great things because I’ve changed his world. I don’t need to immediately jump into having a hardcore career immediately after finishing school. If we do something together, like start our own non-profit and maybe help veterans, which we’re both so passionate about, then we can work from anywhere and can set our own hours. We can have time for our family and still have very meaningful careers. I like that we’ll have the freedom to be creative in the way our souls were meant to be. I was never meant to be chained to a desk, giving someone a mindless nine to five, and Rick was never meant to be used as a weapon. Creating a foundation will put all our talents to the best use they can ever possibly be put to.
I grasp Rick’s broad, strong shoulders, marveling all over again at how soft his skin is over all that hard muscle. I believe he mentioned my favorite part of his anatomy, so I can’t let that go unanswered. “Oh good, we’re going to talk about your bottom. That’s one of the best topics. I think about it a lot, you know. I daydream about it pretty much constantly.”
“You’re a wicked woman,” he grunts as I slip my hand around a part of him that is definitely not his bottom.
I treat him to my most dazzling grin. “I know, Patrick McDonald. I know.”