Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
The home went to a young couple with two little kids who had only just moved into town, a family who now gets to start their own journey and make new adventures every day, but shit, Blair and I fought every time we stepped foot into that house together. She had her YouTube tutorials on how to hang a door while I had the actual know-how, but that girl is nothing if not stubborn. When she puts her mind to something, everybody else better watch the fuck out.
I got steamrolled out of that house so damn quickly, I ended up sneaking back in during the day while she was working to fix everything she’d worked on the night before. Not going to lie though, by the end, she was really starting to get the hang of it.
Finding Blair in the kitchen with the calf, I watch as she digs through the fridge and pulls out a bunch of fruit and vegetables, offering them to the cow one by one, and when she shoves a carrot in its confused little face, I roll my eyes and shake my head. It’s not a fucking rabbit. It probably needs milk . . . from it’s goddamn mother.
As if having the same thought, she pulls out the carton of milk, and with just one look at it, there’s no denying that that’s not going to be enough for that little calf. I’ll have to stop by Bessy’s store and get some more while we figure out how to actually feed this thing properly, because let’s face it, I’m going to walk in there and Blair is going to bat those thick lashes at me and I’m not going to be able to stop until we have a fucking zoo living inside our house.
I watch Blair for a minute as she tries to figure out how to actually give the milk to the calf, and as she pours the milk into a bottle before attaching a latex glove to the top and using the finger as the teet, I’m blown the fuck away. That was genius. But also, I’m going to have to add cow milk bottles to my shopping list.
It’s messy, but she eventually manages to feed the little guy, and as it annihilates every last drop, I watch as Blair reaches for her phone on the table and starts shooting off a text.
My phone chimes barely a second later.
Blair - Could you pick up milk on the way home?
Blair - Like maybe a lot of milk.
I grin, more than ready to drag this out.
Nick - A lot? Why do you need so much milk? You barely drink it as it is.
Blair - Baking. I wanna get into baking.
Nick - Alright. I’ll pick up a few bottles of that low-fat milk the doctor suggested.
Blair - NO!
Blair - Whole milk. It has to be whole milk. I need the good shit.
I laugh to myself, watching Blair throw her phone down as the calf finishes off the bottle, and knowing that won’t keep him full for long, I get a move on, not wanting to risk the little guy getting aggravated when he comes looking for more.
After picking up every single bottle of whole milk Bessy has in her store and having to then explain what the hell I wanted it for, I get my ass back home. I haven’t been able to check in on the security footage since I’ve been driving, but as I get home and walk through the front door, I find it suspiciously quiet.
“Blair?” I call out, striding through the house and dumping the million bottles of milk onto the counter. “Where are you?”
“Oh shit,” I hear from somewhere deeper in the house. “You’re home already?”
“What are you doing?”
“I uhhh . . . nothing,” she calls out as I hear a flurry of movement along with a shitload of thumping, and is that . . . sloshing? I barely get a chance to turn around before I hear her racing down the hall. She comes into view, completely drenched. “I was on top of all my work so I thought I’d do a deep clean of the bathroom.”
My brow arches. “You managed to get on top of all that work?” I question, having seen the mountain of paperwork piled up on her desk this morning and knowing damn well she couldn’t have gotten through that in a single month, let alone a single morning. Though, now that she’s finally found the strength to visit her nana at her gravesite, she’s been spending a lot of time over there, sometimes spending hours sitting against the headstone while working away on her laptop.
This new business of hers has taken off in a huge way, and she’s already had to start searching for a virtual assistant. Not to mention, all the underpaid employees at SC Corporate Management were more than happy to jump ship, and so were a few big-ticket clients. She’s barely had this business running for three months and she’s already making a great name for herself. She’ll be the one to watch out for.