Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
This time, when our gazes met, neither of us could hide our wide eyes.
“What?” she asked, looking between the two of us. “It’s a real career,” she insisted, getting offended that we thought she didn’t do enough research.
“Oh, I know,” I agreed, not sure if I wanted to laugh or to cry.
“They make good money,” she said, chin lifting.
“Yep. Yep, they sure do,” I said, thinking of that fancy apartment I’d been living in when I’d been just a few years older than she was now.
“Why do you guys look like I’m saying I want to be a race car driver?” she asked. “It’s a safe profession.”
God, I really, really hoped so.
“Well,” Elian said, recovering a bit more quickly than I could. “We’re happy for you, sweetheart,” he said.
“But I’m afraid we might have to tell you a little story,” I said.
“What story?” she asked, head tipped to the side.
“About how your mother and I met,” Elian supplied.
“What? You guys told us how you met,” she said, pretty face scrunching up. “Outside of mom’s office at the time.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, sucking in a deep breath. “But we may have left out some key details.”
“What kind of details?” she asked.
“The ones about all the bullets,” Elian supplied.
“And the break-ins,” I added.
“Political corruption,” Elian piled on.
“And Bratva enforcers,” I said, wanting to laugh at the wide eyes our kids were all giving us.
“And I guess it all starts with the decision I once made to run a political campaign…” I said.
It had been one hell of a ride.
But, I decided as Elian reached for my hand, it had all been worth it in the end.
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