Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Dillon insists on following me into the building Mark rented for this shoot. “Not a word,” I grumble, for all the good it will do me.
“My lips are sealed.” He slaps his hand across his chest and gives me his most innocent look. “I just need some place to work, and I’ll stay out of your hair.”
“Right.” I laugh, knowing it won’t be that easy, and point at one of the sofas in the corner. “You can use that area as your temporary office.”
“Who’s the suit?” Mark’s irritated voice grates on my nerves. I turn to find the wimpy, much smaller man glaring at my overprotective Neanderthal. Fudgemuffin. It’s easy to see the look of displeasure on Dillon’s face, even though he’s all the way on the other side of the room.
“I’m her fiancé.” He doesn’t waste a second storming over to us. “Dillon Evans.” He holds out his hand to Mark, and I see the photographer’s eyes narrow before he reaches out to return the handshake.
Mark’s eyes begin to water as he whimpers, “Nice to meet you.” When Dillon releases his hand, the photographer opens and closes his hand a few times while visibly wincing.
“Uh-huh.” Dillon turns away from Mark and pulls me into his arms. “Let me know if you need anything, spitfire.” After he lays a kiss on me that leaves me weak in the knees, I realize our relationship is no longer a secret. I’m sure the Curvy Cuties’ grapevine will be buzzing with the news.
“I shouldn’t be long.” I smile up at him before leaning close to his ear to growl, “I’m going to kick your rear end later for that little stunt.”
“I look forward to it.” Oh, man. I’m in so much trouble here. The rest of the shoot goes off without a hitch, and I realize having Dillon along with me helped keep the temperamental photographer under control. But I won’t ever admit it to anyone.
The next morning, Dillon wakes me up with my new daily breakfast of crackers and Sprite. Yesterday, I nibbled on the crackers and sipped the soda before jumping out of bed, and it helped the morning sickness significantly.
After following the same routine this morning, my stomach seems to be holding steady, so I let Dillon help me out of bed. He leads me into the bathroom and reaches for the waistband on his sweatpants. “You can’t shower with me.” It kills me to refuse to let him in the small shower stall with me, but I know we’ll never make it on time if we share. “We don’t want to be late for the doctor.”
“I’ll shower in the guest bathroom if you’ll give me a rain check on the shower workout.” He smiles and places a soft kiss on my nose.
“I promise,” I tell him and hop under the warm water.
While we both get ready and dress in record time, Romeo sits on the edge of my bed licking his paws. My poor kitty hasn’t forgiven us yet for leaving him at Jenna and Wild’s house for two whole days.
“Will the holy terror be okay here by himself?” Dillon asks as we head for the front door.
“He stays by himself every day.” I glance over, wondering why Dillon is suddenly worried about my cat. “And, don’t call my little angel a holy terror.”
“He shit in my shoes last night.” Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Oops. “I had to throw my favorite pair of shoes away.” I offered to clean them, but my Neanderthal refused to even consider it.
“He was voicing his displeasure at being left behind while we went out of town.”
Dillon takes my hand and leads me down the staircase. “I’m going to work on teaching him less destructive ways of voicing his displeasure.” While I agree the fluffball needs a new outlet for his frustrations, I have no idea how he’s going to pull that off with my stubborn kitty, but there’s nothing wrong with letting him try.
We arrive at the doctor’s office twenty-two minutes early and find out that the doctor is running behind. Really behind. Like over an hour behind schedule.
The entire time, Dillon sits next to me and fidgets. It’s a little disconcerting to see Mr. Cool as a Cucumber nearly losing his cool. “Are you okay?” I wrap my hand around his and give it a squeeze.
“I just want to hear that everything is okay with you and the baby.” As his dark blue eyes meet mine, I see the worry mixed with cautious happiness shining back at me. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
He smiles at me and melts my heart on the spot. I already knew I was completely in love with him, but he still just managed to make me fall just a little more. “Everything is fine,” I attempt to reassure him while hoping I’m telling the truth.