Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yeah, no.” I cleared my throat. “I am, however, going to dinner with the porn star.” I was whispering again.
“Say what?” Abby practically yelled.
“Abby, stop it. You’re going to scare the baby.” Abby was eight months pregnant.
“The baby’s fine. It’s you I’m worried about. What is up?”
I sighed. “I went along for an interview with a detective today for a case I’m working on and walked into Carson Stinger’s office. No joke. I thought I was gonna faint, Abby.”
“Carson Stinger’s office?” she asked, sounding completely confused. “What office? Where?”
“He’s head of security at a new hotel on the Strip. Apparently he went into the military after we parted ways and he’s been overseas most of this time. I don’t even know all the details. He asked me to dinner to ‘catch up’ and I said yes.”
Abby was quiet for several seconds. “He joined the military… Wow. That is a story I have to hear. You better call me the minute you get back. What does Alex think about your dinner plans?”
I paused. “I haven’t actually told him yet. But you know Alex, he’s easygoing. I think he’ll be fine with it.”
She huffed out a breath. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
“What does that mean exactly?” I asked, frowning as I put Abby on speaker and took my robe off so that I could pull on my underwear and bra.
There was another short silence before Abby spoke. “I just… Remember how that guy hit on you when we were out at Thanksgiving?” Abby and Brian had come to Vegas a couple weeks before to spend Thanksgiving with me and Alex because I was wrapping up a big case and hadn’t been able to get home to see my dad and sisters. We had gone out for Thanksgiving dinner, deciding to make a big night out of it, and when I had left the table to use the restroom, a guy stopped me and made a pretty big show of hitting on me.
“Yeah? And?” I asked.
“Alex didn’t even bat an easygoing eyelash. He really couldn’t have cared less.”
“That’s not true! He just trusts me.”
Abby huffed out a breath. “I can’t hold it in any longer, Grace.” And I swore I heard Brian’s voice in the background saying her name quietly in a warning manner. “Shh!” I heard her say back.
“Abby, what can’t you hold in any longer?”
“He’s boring! Alex is boring!”
I sucked in a breath. “No he’s not! He’s…he’s kind and sweet and…”
“Safe?” she asked.
“Yes! Safe. So what? What’s wrong with that? He loves me. He’s good to me.”
Abby sighed dramatically into the phone. “Grace, I can see that he is. He’s a nice guy. It’s just, you two act like brother and sister. It’s almost creepy.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “We’re creepy? That’s just…mean!”
“I don’t mean that you’re creepy. What I mean is…how’s the sex?”
“Abby, stop. I’m not talking about this anymore. Alex loves me. I’m marrying him. That’s it.”
“Please don’t be mad at me. I just couldn’t not say anything to you. And since we’re talking about Vegas five years ago, I’ve gotta say it—after you came home, I saw you change in so many good ways. It was like you blossomed after that. In all areas except one. Where men were and are concerned, it’s like you went backward. What’s up with that? What’s up with the whole ‘safe’ fiancé? What’s going on there? Is that what you were really waiting all that time for? Safe? I love you. I’m only saying this because I love you. I don’t want you to end up regretting marrying him.”
I sighed. “Abby. I know you’re looking out for me. But when it comes to Alex, I know what’s good for me, okay? I really do. I won’t regret marrying him. I won’t. Thank you for sharing your concerns. Now, speaking of bad decisions, I gotta go get ready for dinner.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding uncertain. “Just one more thing and I won’t bring it up again—you keep saying that he loves you. You don’t have to answer me now, but do you love him? That’s it. I’ve said my piece. Please know this is coming from a good place, okay?”
“I’m not mad. I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“You better. I love you too.”
“I will. Bye, Abs.”
“Bye, Grace.”
I hung up and sat on my bed in my underwear, chewing on my thumbnail. Brother and sister? Is that really what Alex and I acted like together? No. He loved me. I mean, I loved him? No, I loved him. Of course I loved him. I was attracted to him. He was handsome and sweet and good. I was lucky to have him. He did make me feel safe. So what? Was that a bad quality? I loved Abby, but she wasn’t the one who had to live my life. I needed to get this straight in my head before I went out to dinner with walking sex on a stick.