Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I’m not in the mood to talk about that. When we first got married and moved in together, Sawyer suggested I get one because he knows how much I adore them, but I said we should wait until I was pregnant. I have this dream in my head with my belly swollen and a kitten lying on it. It’s silly, but I thought it would be sweet for the two of them to grow up together.
“You can get a kitten now and another one later.”
“Maybe,” I say to end the conversation and change the subject. “Your food is going to get cold.”
“Hey.” He grips my chin, making me meet his eyes. “I love you.”
He knows those words always make me smile. “I love you too,” I tell him before lifting up on my tiptoes to kiss him. Sawyer runs his fingers in my hair to deepen the kiss and doesn't stop until I’m breathless. His mouth has some kind of magic that makes me instantly feel better and then agree to whatever demands he’s making.
“Fine. Maybe I’ll go by the shelter some time.”
“I’ll go with you,” he offers and places another kiss on my lips. “Or you can have Luke drive you.”
“Is he picking you up?” I ask because I didn’t make him anything to eat. Luke is Sawyer’s only employee and knows how to do just about everything—and he does.
“I have him handling a few things for me today, but you can always call him.”
I’ve always lived in the city, but Sawyer doesn’t like when I take random rides or that one time I tried to ride the bus. He scooped me right up within minutes of landing in New York, and he believes someone else might do the same. I think he’s joking about that, but I could be wrong.
“Here, let me get you a plate. Oh, and I sat your coffee there.” I point to the travel mug so he can take it with him. “Are you excited about today?”
“Excited?” He chuckles.
“I mean, if you take Paul’s feelings on this whole thing out of it.”
“I don’t care how Paul feels. He needs to grow the fuck up.”
“He’s getting married. That might help.” I set the plate down in front of one of the chairs at the kitchen island and turn it so the heart pancakes face out.
“Come eat with me.”
“Let me make a plate,” I start to say but he snags me around the waist and lifts me to sit on the island.
“We can share.” He offers me a bite of bacon, and I take it, unable to resist both bacon and Sawyer. He’s trying to distract me from talking about Paul. His temper has gotten short with him over time, but all I want is for everyone to get along.
“His fiancée is really sweet.” Sawyer shrugs, bringing a piece of pancake to my mouth. “You have to eat some too.”
“What are your plans today?” Seems like I’m not the only one avoiding a subject.
“Maybe I’ll call Kelly.” I bring the topic of Paul’s fiancée right back. “She asked me if I wanted to go to her dress fitting.”
“Bet you’d be gorgeous in a wedding dress.” His lips turn up in a half smile.
“Someone had no patience.” I roll my eyes, but I’m not the least bit sorry that we eloped.
“I wish I could say I regret it, but I couldn't wait, kitten.” He takes a big bite of his pancake and grins at me.
“You know I don’t mind that I didn’t have a wedding. I love how all of it was a whirlwind and how badly you wanted your ring on my finger.” Sawyer leans in to kiss me, and right then his phone rings.
At first he ignores it, but as soon as it stops, it starts again. He mutters a curse under his breath, and when he pulls it out, I see Bruce’s name on the screen.
“So it begins,” Sawyer mutters under his breath. “I better get going.”
There’s no time for me to ask him what’s wrong before he drops another kiss on my lips and rushes out the door.
Chapter Four
SAWYER
Staring down at my watch I shake my wrist to make sure it’s not broken. It’s also possible time has stopped moving and I’m stuck in this hell for the rest of my life.
“Come on, it’s only been an hour.” Luke comes up beside me and passes me a beer. “I’ll have you out of here soon.”
“Not soon enough,” I grumble just loud enough for him to hear.
“It’s his bachelor party.” Luke takes a drink of his beer, and I roll my eyes.
“No it’s not. That was last weekend in Vegas. Or did you forget about the call from the hotel manager at three in the morning?”
“You’re right. It’s his bachelor…” Luke stops to think about what exactly this is. “Cocktail hour?”