Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I cross my arms over my chest and turn so I can see the whole space, the kitchen and living room, and when I see all the bags and boxes from our trip, my heart starts to beat faster.
This is a lot.
Add in the air conditioning he had installed not long ago, and Ryan Wild has spent a shit ton of money on me.
I frown and tap my finger to my lips.
“I wonder how much the trip cost.” I cross to my carry-on bag and pull my laptop out, open it, and find the website for the Ritz Paris, then price out what the Suite Coco Chanel costs each night.
“Holy fucking shit.” I cough, practically pee my pants, and have to back away from the computer.
It’s suddenly hard to breathe in here, so I grab my purse and walk outside, but frown at the Aston Martin, which is blocking my garage.
I don’t want to drive that.
So, I set off on foot toward downtown. I need to see Summer. She texted me the other day and said that she’s at her shop pretty much twenty-four seven as she gets ready to reopen, so I figure she’s probably there already this morning.
Even if she’s not, I need to clear my head.
Bitterroot Valley is beautiful any time of year, but I especially love it in the fall. The leaves have started to change color, and some are even falling to the ground.
I rub my arms, wishing for a sweater, and then sigh.
Of course, I forgot it at home. I forget everything.
But it’s not long before I’m turning down Main Street and knocking on the door of Paula’s Poseys. Summer comes around from a back room, smiles, and hurries over to unlock the door for me.
“You’re home!” She wraps me in her arms and holds on tight. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Me, too, actually,” I reply. “I know I’m interrupting and you’re busy, but—”
“Get in here.” Summer yanks me by the hand, pulls me into the shop, and locks the door behind us, setting an alarm. Her husband, Chase, is a stickler when it comes to alarm systems. “I want to know everything. Did you bring your new stuff to show me? Where is it?”
“At home,” I reply with a laugh. “It’s too much to bring to you. You’ll have to come over later, and I’ll unpack it all and show you as I put it away.”
“Wow.” Summer wiggles her eyebrows. “Score. I can’t wait to see. Did you have a magical time?”
“Yes.” Of that, I’m certain. “We had a great time, and Paris is amazing. It was everything I’d ever hoped for.”
“Aww.” She sighs happily. “You’re going to make me cry.”
Suddenly, Summer’s dog, Lily, saunters out of the back and hurries over to me to get some pets.
“Hello, beautiful girl.” I squat so I can give Lily attention, and the French bulldog happily licks at my face. “I missed you, too. Yes, I did. Are you a good girl?”
“Did you have all the French sex?” Summer inquires.
“Oh, yeah. Lots of that.” I laugh and stand, and Lily finds her dog bed, curls up, and immediately begins to snore. “Those Wild men…the orgasms are intense.”
“I know.” Summer winks at me. “And bless them for it. Tell me everything. I want to know about the shows and the parties and the celebrities you met! Oh, and don’t forget to fill me in on the story of this.”
She opens up her phone and turns it to face me, and there’s a photo of Ryan and me. I’m in the green dress, and he’s kneeling next to me. He had just fastened the strap of my shoe, and his lips are planted on my calf. My red lips are tipped up in a half smile as I gaze down at him.
My stomach clenches. I have to frame that picture.
“That might be the sexiest photo I’ve ever seen,” Summer continues and fans her face.
“Will you send this to me?”
“Of course.” She taps the screen again, and then my phone dings in my pocket. “There you go. Now, spill it.”
“I will. I promise. I’ll tell you every single detail, and I’ll use all the dirty words—”
“Because you’re my person.”
“But I need some advice first.”
“Oh.” She blinks and then frowns as she really looks at me. “You’re a little pale. Are you okay?”
“I’m…confused.”
I lean on her new countertop and drop my head in my hands. Tears threaten, and before I can ask, there’s a tissue under my nose.
“Come on, tell me what’s going on. Was he mean to you? I’ll kick his ass. He’s my brother-in-law, and I love him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick his ass.”
I laugh through the tears and shake my head. “No, he wasn’t mean at all. The opposite, actually. Summer, he’s just so…generous. I looked up how much it costs to stay in that suite per night, and I know they increase the price during fashion week. That alone was in the six figures. He bought me everything I wanted. If I looked at it, he signaled for the sales associate to put it aside for me.”