Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I asked as he closed and locked the door.
“You.”
Forty-five minutes later, I walked back into the kitchen and stopped when I felt the cool air pouring out of the vent above my head.
“This is amazing,” I informed the room.
The two men from the A/C company looked at me and grinned.
I looked back at them and waved.
They waved back, and suddenly I felt awkward.
“Who do I make the check out to?” Baylor asked.
The men told him, and two minutes later, they were out the door with a check in their hand for their services.
“Thank you,” I told Baylor.
He turned around and winked at me, but before he could come to me, his phone rang, startling both of us.
“Hello?”
Baylor listened intently.
“You’re shitting me.”
Baylor’s eyes were wide and almost happy as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line speak.
“That’s kind of sucky.”
Kind of sucky.
I snorted and walked to the fridge, pulling out the fried chicken from the gas station that Baylor must’ve brought home for dinner.
After putting it in the microwave, I waited for him to finish his phone call before demanding to know answers.
“What’s kind of sucky?” I demanded.
Baylor looked at me curiously. “Sal was killed in a prison riot.”
My brows rose at that.
I couldn’t say I was upset.
“Should I be upset about this? Because I’m not.”
Not after all that he’d put me—and Baylor—through.
Baylor may be all healed now, but every time I saw the scar on his belly, I got angry all over again.
“I’m not either.”
I burst out laughing, then turned and pulled the chicken out of the microwave when the beep sounded.
After placing it gently on the table, I sat down and started to eat straight out of the box.
I couldn’t help it, though.
I was so hungry.
I might’ve eaten twice at ‘Grandma’s’ house, but I was still starving.
“I got another call today.” Baylor sat next to me, dropping a cold bottle of water on my side of the table, and a cold beer on his.
“Yeah?” I looked up at him, part of the skin of the drumstick I was eating hanging out of my mouth.
He stole the skin and popped it into his own mouth.
“Hey!” I growled, mouth full.
He winked and said, “Yeah. They’re sending another bird here.”
My brows rose.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
My mouth opened.
“But we don’t have the house ready yet!” I said. “We just got the other one ready for the Jay. How are we going to get the new one done before she gets here?”
“Not a she. A he.”
My mouth hung open in surprise.
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Well then,” I said. “How old is he?”
“Eighteen.”
“Wow,” I said. “So young.”
He agreed, then snatched the last chicken leg.
He loved dark meat. Me, not so much. But the chicken legs were the easiest ones to eat at this point. With the current level of my hunger, if I didn’t eat the dark meat, I’d probably starve to death before I could pull all the chicken off of the breast he’d gotten me.
And as we got up to leave forty-five minutes later, I realized that though this wasn’t exactly how I thought I’d be living my life a year ago, this was exactly what I needed.
I was with the man I loved. I was pregnant with my man’s baby. I was in my second year of vet school.
Life never worked out quite how I wanted it to in the beginning. Maybe it was a matter of it being the wrong time and the wrong place. But I knew for damn certain that I was in the right place now with the right person. Baylor was my home. He was my future. I couldn’t have dreamt up a better life than the one I was finally living.