Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“You know what I mean.” If Henry didn’t exist, we might be more. “Are you going back to Wolf Cove next year?”
“Haven’t decided yet. Got some time before I have to commit.”
“But you’ll come for the wedding, right?”
“I’m invited?” I don’t miss the shock in his voice.
“Don’t be silly. Of course, you’re invited.” I falter on my second question. Henry and I haven’t settled on the bridesman topic yet.
“And that’s where you guys are doing it? Alaska?”
“Yeah. We both love it up there.”
There’s a lengthy pause.
“Ronan? Are you still—”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. For you. Not for your asshole fiancé. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Ronan was the only one who knew the silent agony I was suffering during those weeks, no one else the wiser to my secret relationship with Henry. “I’m happy.”
“I know you are, and I’m happy for you.” He sighs heavily. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing with you,” a deep voice cuts in.
I jump at the sudden interruption and spin around to find Henry standing in the doorway. Even with an annoyed scowl on his face, my heart races at the sight of him.
A loud, aggravated groan carries over the speaker. “I guess this conversation is over.”
“It shouldn’t have started,” Henry throws back without missing a beat.
I glare at him, but all it earns is his smug smirk.
“You still work for me, Ronan.” Henry closes in on me, his hands loosening his tie. “Which means I can fire you any damn time I please.”
“But then you’d have to answer to your future wife, and I doubt she’d be impressed, seeing as I saved your rich, jealous ass for her,” comes Ronan’s quick retort. “Talk to you later, Red.” He ends the call.
“Do you have to be a jerk?”
“Yes.” Henry leans in to kiss my neck. “What did he want?”
I inhale the delicious scent of his cologne. “A reporter’s been calling him, digging for dirt.”
Henry curses. “Same one?”
“I don’t know, but we think Tillie might be the one talking.”
“Which one’s that again?”
“The other redhead in my cabin. She was in housekeeping.”
“Southern accent.”
“Yeah.” I used to think she was a friend. She was so welcoming at first, but I guess she didn’t see me as competition back then. “I’m going to ask Autumn to see what she can find out. They still text sometimes.” Autumn is friendly with everyone, but Tillie has no idea how close she and I have become since the summer.
Henry tosses his tie toward the hamper. “Let me know what you find out so I can handle it.”
“What does ‘handle it’ mean, exactly?”
“It means I don’t keep employees who are selling stories to the press about me.” His hand snakes around my waist to splay across my stomach, his gaze dragging downward over the reflection in the mirror. “This dress is perfect on you.”
“Thank you. I was thinking I would wear it to the party—”
“Merrick has your costume.” He steps back. “New shoes?”
“Yes.” I clench my teeth with irritation. I’ve been needling Henry all week, trying to get him to slip up and give me a clue—about the theme of this party, my character, anything—but his lips are as tight as a Federal Reserve vault.
A low grunt of approval escapes him.
“Will I be allowed to wear them tonight or will Merrick be choosing my shoes too?” I can’t help the annoyance in my tone.
“These, I think I’ll let you keep.” He pauses. “Any word from your mother?”
“No.” The mention of her sours my mood. She hasn’t responded to any of my texts, except for one innocuous message about the weather. “Daddy said he thinks she’s starting to come around. He caught her looking up flights to Alaska the other day.”
“She will. Don’t give it another thought tonight.” Henry pulls me flush against him, allowing me to feel him hard against my back.
“People will be here in less than an hour,” I warn him, even as my blood rushes.
“Since when do I care about other people’s schedules?”
I’ve barely seen him all week. In typical Henry fashion, he distracted himself with work to avoid dealing with the shock of learning about Violet, taking a sudden two-day trip to Dallas and then spending the rest of his time in the office, arriving home late and leaving early. While I’ve missed him terribly, between catching up on my two correspondence courses and all the prep for the launch of my soap line, I’ve had more than enough to keep myself busy.
But now I need to feel a closeness with him again, even if it’s just physical. I need to know that what we have is real and deep and can weather anything that comes our way.
So I don’t argue when he hikes my dress up to my waist and tugs on my panties until they fall to the tile floor. I don’t wait for him to demand that I take them off, gingerly stepping out of them.