Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Kill me now.
“It’s only been four days,” I say. “I’ve been looking it up online and experiences seem to vary. Experiences seem to vary when it comes to all aspects of the feminine reproductive experience, actually. Literally everything could mean literally anything—or exactly the opposite of that thing. We might as well be reading a crystal ball; the chances of clarity would be just as good.”
He nods, but he doesn’t look remotely reassured by my non-answer.
“There’s no point worrying about it,” I add. “I’m sure everything is fine. We just have to wait for time to pass so we know for sure.”
“I’m sorry. It sounds like being a woman sucks.”
He startles a laugh out of me. “It has its pros and cons. Being a woman in this house is a lot better than all the other places I’ve been one, so at least there’s that.”
He smirks. “The Granville men are known for their exceptional hospitality.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet they are.”
“I was implying we’re good in bed in case that wasn’t clear. But you already know about that, don’t you?”
I cut him a dry look. “Are you trying to get kicked out of the kitchen, too?”
His smirk reappears. “I’d like to see you try to kick me out of my own kitchen.”
“It’s my kitchen now, too,” I remind him.
“Go ahead and try it, then. See what happens,” he challenges, amusement glinting in his pretty blue eyes.
He’s so much trouble, I can’t even with him.
I shake my head, turning back to the refrigerator to put away the meat and cheese. “You want anything to drink while I’m in here?”
Rather than answer my question, he asks, “Is my dad fucking you yet?”
I’m so startled, I drop the bag of cheese on the floor. My face heats as I bend over to grab it. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“That sounds like a no.”
“I don’t care what it sounds like.” Awkwardly, I drop the cheese in the drawer and close the refrigerator. I don’t understand why he’s asking.
“Get me a bottle of water.”
Without thought, I open the refrigerator door to grab him one, but it hits me that he waited for me to close the door first just to be an asshole. I still snatch a bottle out of the fridge and walk it over to him, but I’m much less friendly about it than I would have been when I initially offered.
“Thank you,” he says smugly, his gaze locked on mine.
“You’re going to make some lucky woman completely fucking crazy one of these days.”
He grins and cracks open his water. “Hey, play your cards right, and it could be you.”
“I’ll pass,” I tell him, grabbing my phone and setting the timer since he had me so distracted, I completely forgot to set the one on the oven.
“You sure?” he calls as I head back to the foyer for my backpack.
“Pretty sure,” I call back
“What are we sure about?”
I gasp, my heart lifting at the sight of Milo standing just inside the door. “You’re home!” I’m so happy to see him that I run and jump at him, locking my arms around his neck.
Startled, he stumbles back a step, laughing, but he locks his arm around my waist to keep me close. “I guess you’re happy to see me,” he rumbles tenderly.
“I sure am,” I say, kissing him all over his face. “You’re early. I thought you wouldn’t be home until after five.”
He leans in to kiss me on the lips. “I wanted to surprise you.” Bringing the hand that isn’t around my waist up, he reveals a bouquet of flowers I didn’t even notice him carrying.
“You’re wonderful,” I inform him.
“Take them.”
I grab the bouquet.
As soon as his hands are free, he plants them under my ass and lifts me. I lock my legs around his waist and proceed to kiss his neck.
“We should probably put these in some water,” he says, then carries me to the kitchen.
“Do you have a vase?” I ask.
“We should have some around here somewhere.”
He continues to carry me over to the island, then gently lets me down so he can scour the cabinets for a vase.
I bring the bouquet close and breathe in the lovely floral scent. “They smell amazing.” Jonathan is still sitting at the island, so my gaze flickers to him. “Your dad’s home early.”
“I noticed,” he says dryly.
“He brought me flowers.”
“What a swell guy,” he deadpans.
I smile and thrust the roses toward his nose. “Don’t they smell good?”
He does not humor me and take a whiff. He just shoots me a dead look like I’m annoying the everloving fuck out of him.
It only makes me smile wider.
Pointedly and without dropping my gaze, he uncaps the water I just brought him a moment ago and takes a good long sip.
I turn away from him, smelling my flowers and wandering over to Milo, who is filling a crystal vase at the sink. “Thank you so much for the roses. I love them.”