Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Wow.” Gracelynn shook her head. “You definitely have me curious, though. I want to know everything that happened now.”
I smiled. “Become her friend, then. I think if anything, y’all can bond over liking stuff to be quiet, and a love of books.”
She giggled, and I swear to God, it was the sweetest sound.
Together, we finished off our day, getting over four hundred pies, cookies, loaves of bread, cupcakes, and even a few quiches done.
By the end of the day, there wasn’t a single thing that I wanted more than to take her home with me and do naughty things to her.
Yet, I couldn’t.
I had prior obligations at the power company, as well as a few with the club that I needed to take care of.
Hence parting ways at the bakery.
And I did not look in my rearview once as I drove away.
Nope, not me.
I looked at least five times.
CHAPTER 14
I’m sorry if I offended you by using facts and logic.
-Gracelynn’s secret thoughts
GRACELYNN
We didn’t see each other for five days after that.
The first day, he’d come in early and gotten his stuff done before I’d arrived to get mine done.
The next, he’d had to work at the power company for storm cleanup, and I hadn’t seen him at all. Meaning, I not only didn’t get to see who was quickly becoming my favorite person, but I had to do the work of two people. Even though I knew, when I was hired, that was a possibility.
The third and fourth day the bakery was closed.
The fifth, I got a text from Jeremiah saying that he would get all the baking done, and to take the day off.
Which was today, and I’d been sitting there doing nothing since I got that text at two in the morning.
My eyes went to the sliding glass door to where the day was shining bright beyond, and I frowned.
I should really get up and do something. Something that was more than being a loaf on the couch.
Yet, the idea of doing anything, of possibly running into a certain someone, sent shivers down my spine.
I had a distinct feeling that Jeremiah was avoiding me.
And avoidance would be bad since we worked with each other.
I was so engrossed with the sun filtering through the trees in my backyard that I didn’t hear Anisa coming until she was practically in my apartment.
“Since you’re just sitting there moping,” Anisa said as she all but blew through my door. “I have a few things that I need to go do. And they require assistance.”
My brows rose. “I’m not moping.”
“You haven’t done anything besides work in five days,” she disagreed. “And I haven’t seen that hunk of a man again. You’re moping.”
I was moping.
But that was also a little bit due to the fact that it was winter, and I hated being cold.
“Your dishes need done again,” she mused as she looked over my shoulder.
I looked over at them, too.
They did, indeed, need done.
“I’m thinking about hiring a house cleaner just so she’ll do my laundry and my dishes,” I said. “Do you think that’s dumb?”
“No,” she said. “I think it’s dumb that people don’t hire them. I have a girl that I use sometimes in emergencies at the hotel. Do you want her number?”
I nodded as I stood up from my cozy reading corner and stretched my arms high over my head.
Today marked a full, official week of not being a virgin.
A week of thinking about Jeremiah, night and day.
I’d spent a grand total of two days with him, and he’d already consumed my entire thoughts.
It was… weird. And I felt stupid.
Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Every book I read had him as a main character. Every TV show I watched had him juxtaposed over the hero.
Every question that was asked, I automatically asked myself what Jeremiah would think or do.
It was totally and completely embarrassing.
So, I got off the couch, went and changed my clothes into the hottest little outfit I could pull off while still being warm—black leggings, a black crop sweatshirt, and sparkly tennis shoes that had a fuzzy lining in them, and leg warmers—before heading back out to find Anisa staring at my calendar.
“What are you looking at?” I asked curiously.
“I’m making sure I know when your next period is, so I know if it’s late or not.” She glanced at me teasingly.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not happening. Jeremiah had a vasectomy.”
Unfortunately.
My thought of having kids was a dream that I probably would never accomplish. Not that I had a future with Jeremiah or anything, but because I doubted that I would ever be able to look at another man again and not compare them.
“Oh.” Anisa’s shoulders slumped. “That’s sad.”
It was.
But it was also understandable after he told me about his ex-wife.
“So where do you have to go?” I wondered as I grabbed my keys.