Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
We’d taken it to the Barrett Jackson Auction the day after we’d finished it, and he’d collected over two hundred thousand dollars for the car due to some man wanting it bad enough to place one single bid high enough that no one would outbid him.
That money had then gone into the shop and building and restoring more cars, equaling even more money. We were now known as the go-to place if you wanted your classic car restored in the South.
It was freakin’ huge, and we loved it.
Though, now that I didn’t have to work all day every day, I found myself doing quite a few things that I wouldn’t normally do. Such as searching for cars to restore, despite the hundreds that we turned down on a quarterly basis.
Unfortunately, there was only one Aaron and one me. We were the only two that worked on the cars—which freed up my other employees to work on the mechanic side of the shop—offering the same thing to the community that we’ve always had.
“So…” Aaron broke into my thoughts. “Big Papa kind of forced a vacation on me.”
My brows rose.
“And they kept Tank?” I asked in alarm.
I’d come to love Tank, as had Aaron.
I’d fight tooth and nail for that dog if he were ever taken away from us like Mei had had happen to her.
“No,” Aaron shook his head. “I dropped him off for a visit with Mei while we go on an impromptu vacation.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s okay, then,” I admitted. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He gave me a look that clearly said he wanted me to change the subject, so I did. Albeit reluctantly.
“Davis and Kellen went on double dates today,” I said, breaking into his thoughts.
His brows went up.
“You’re shitting me,” he said. “Are they even old enough to date?”
I shrugged.
“Clarabelle seems to think so. Though, he’s only eleven, and she drove them all to the movies, and then out to eat,” I smiled. “And watched them like a hawk. They also spoke non-stop about Kellen’s new ‘hot mom.’”
I grinned. Kellen’s new foster mother was the bomb, and she was beautiful. I’d give the boys that. But she had a husband who was a State Trooper, and she only had eyes for mature men.
“And how did Sunny’s appointment go?”
The sound of the Velcro from Aaron’s vest had my heart beating a little slower.
That sound was always triggered a feeling of relief in me. Knowing that he was home and safe.
“Sunny’s appointment went well.” I watched as he stripped his undershirt off over his head. “Her husband still isn’t talking to her.”
Aaron snorted, and I tossed the pillow at him.
He caught it and launched it back at me, hitting me square in the face.
“Owww,” I laughed uncontrollably. “What the hell, hubby?”
He rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know why you expect me to think that what they have is okay. Now there’s a freakin’ kid involved and it’s a fucking mess.” He shook his head.
Sunny had been on one of her ‘off’ periods with her husband and had gotten pregnant due to failed birth control. Now she and her husband weren’t talking, and the guy that got her pregnant was in the wind.
She was eight months pregnant and still held out hope that she’d reconcile with her man, but he hadn’t come around yet.
The moment Aaron’s shirt was off, he dropped down to the bed with a groan.
“We’re going on vacation.” He closed his eyes. “To the fucking beach.”
I looked at him like he was crazy.
“It’s in the middle of busy season at all the beaches. How exactly do you expect to make this happen?” I challenged him.
He smiled then, turning his face toward me.
Then like a snake, he struck, pushing me to my back with his big body on top of me.
“I’ve got a few things up my sleeve.”
“You’re not wearing any sleeves,” I pointed out breathlessly.
He brought his mouth down to mine.
“Trust me, baby,” he growled against my lips. “It’s gonna happen. You can pack that bikini now.”
I burst out laughing.
“Dream on,” I squirmed.
He dropped down to his knees and pressed his mouth to the slight swell of my belly.
“Trust me,” he whispered. “You’ll look perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around his head, and hugged him while he continued to press kisses to my belly.
“What are we going to name her?” I asked.
He froze.
“Her?”
I smiled.
“Uh-huh,” I murmured. “That was the reason for you coming to the appointment this afternoon.”
He cursed and crawled up my body, stopping when he was face to face with me.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was on my way when there was a bad wreck. Spent four hours there.”
I patted him on the face.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You can come to the next one. She’ll be fatter then and less alien-like.”
He chuckled.
“As for her name…” he hesitated. “How about May?”