Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I told them to follow her when she exited the building and hopped into a car. Glory had driven them to the diner, and now my girl is on her own, wandering down the damn street.
I run my hand down my face because I’m being crazy. It's broad daylight out, and this is one of the safest places on earth. I get out of my car and head her way with no real plan. She looks up from her phone when I sit down on the other side of the bench. Her eyes go wide. Fuck me. Does she remember me? I look a hell of a lot different now. I bet I’m twice the size I used to be. I was always big, but when I hit seventeen, I grew significantly.
“You’re Lennon Carver, right?” She holds out her hand for me to take. How does she know my name? I can’t recall if I told her my last name all those years ago. “I’m Willow Crimson.” I take her hand. Her skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt before. Something sparks between us. Our eyes are locked on each other. Memories of that day in the chapel rush back to me. Suddenly she pulls her hand away. Did she feel that too?
“You know who I am?”
“Yes. My friend Glory told me about you. It’s really great what you’re doing.” She beams at me. Her smile feels like sunshine on my face. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is. “If you need any extra hands I’d love to help.” Perfect. She’s handing me an opportunity to spend time with her. I couldn’t have asked for this to go more perfectly.
“I would love that.” She does an excited bounce on the bench, making her ponytail sway. My fingers itch to reach out and grab it. I bet it’s as soft as the rest of her. “Do you by chance need a ride home?”
She glances back towards the diner. “Yeah, but I’ll figure it out. I bailed on my best friend. She’s trying to avoid the man of her dreams, and I’m not going to help her do it.” A small giggle comes from her, going straight to my cock. She is so damn sweet and definitely innocent.
“I'll take you.” I stand, holding my hand out.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to make you go out of your way.”
“Please.”
“Are you sure it’s not a bother?”
Fuck no it’s not. “Promise.” She reaches up, taking my hand. I grab her to-go bag to carry it for her. I lead her across the street over toward my car. I open the door for her, but she hesitates to climb in.
“Is this a tank?” She finally hops up into the passenger seat.
“I live over in the Wild Ridge Mountains. My place is a little off the beaten path, so I need something that can get around if need be.”
I shut the door and run around to the other side. “It’s really nice.” She fiddles with some of the buttons. “What’s it called?”
“A G-Wagon.”
“I don’t know how to drive, but if I did, I think I’d like something like this.” She can consider it done. Everything I own is hers for the taking. I mean, she is my wife. Maybe not legally, but I’ll be resolving that little issue soon enough.
“I can teach you.”
She jerks her head over to look at me. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I’m retired and have a lot of extra time on my hands.”
“Okay. What the heck. I want to learn.”
“We’ll make it a date.” I wink at her as I pull away from the curb. She drops her eyes, her cheeks turning pink.
“I live above the Kissme Sweet Shop. I work there too. In fact I bet I can get some sweets to bring to your event if you’d like.”
“That’s a great idea. I was planning to use all local business to get the event together.” She does that same little bounce in her seat, smiling. Her dimple is on full display. “Will you tell me about you? Have you always lived here?”
I want to keep her talking. When I found out who she was, I read everything I could get my hands on about her. But her voice is soothing, and I want her to be the one to tell me about her life.
“Not much to tell. I only recently moved here. I used to live in Syn City with my parents. I had to break away. They can be helicopter parents sometimes. Not that I blame them. I was really sick when I was younger. Leukemia. The doctors still to this day don’t know how I survived. I’ve been in remission.” I reach over, taking her hand, needing to touch her. I could have lost her. My stomach tightens. Now that I’ve found her, I’ll never let her go again.