Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“Son of a bitch!” I growled.
And through all that, did my husband come to check on me?
Hell no.
He stayed exactly where he was, on the floor, petting his dog.
Butthead.
By the time that I was finished turning off the oven, cleaning up the glass, and washing my hands again, my husband still hadn’t left the floor and his dog.
I gritted my teeth and pulled out a bottle of beer, twisted the top off, and drank down half of it even knowing it was one of Sam’s last ones.
He would have to make an emergency trip to the store tomorrow if he wanted more.
Thank God liquor stores were considered essential. After the days I’d been having, I’d needed liquor to survive to another day.
Setting the bottle down on the counter, I walked into the living room and waited for Sam to notice me.
He didn’t.
“Do you want something to eat?” I asked, hoping he’d look up.
“Uh, what are the choices?” he asked, burying his face into Derringer’s neck.
I narrowed my eyes. “Yes or fucking no.”
He looked up then, his eyebrows raised. “Yes?”
I flipped him off and walked back into the kitchen.
When I next saw him, I was halfway through cooking us both some grilled chicken for a salad.
He came into the kitchen shirtless, making my mouth water.
Even after all this time, Sam still did it for me.
I licked my lips, but then that damn Derringer walked up to him and nuzzled his hand, once again stealing his attention.
After throwing his beer bottle away, he walked away, and I wondered if he’d even notice if I was naked and standing in front of him.
Which got me to thinking…
Finishing up my chicken, I put it on a plate to cool, then started to strip out of the clothes that I’d just put on after my shower.
Once I was naked, I walked into the room and found him on the couch, the dog at his feet, watching the nightly news.
I hated watching the news. It was so depressing.
Walking closer, I was almost to his seat when he looked up.
His eyes did that glazed thing they always did when he saw me naked, and the next thing I knew I was in his lap, his arms were around me, and he was kissing me.
Breathless, I pulled away and grinned at him. “I was wondering if you even knew I was still alive.”
His eyes turned calculating.
“I’d know it if you weren’t,” he said, flattening the palm of my hand against his heart. “I feel you right here. Always.”
I heard a crash and then cursed.
Getting up from Sam’s lap, I rushed into the kitchen to find our chicken devoured and the plate that I’d set the bread on to cool licked clean on the floor.
The dog looked guilty as hell and wouldn’t look at me.
“The dog ate our dinner.” I narrowed my eyes.
Sam’s hands came around my hips and pulled me back into him. “That’s okay. I’ll just have you for dinner.”
Book: Boomtown
CHAPTER 1
Sorry, I can’t. I’m too busy raising my mother in law’s child.
-Blaine to Cheyenne
ELLIOTT
“Look,” Blaine whispered.
I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. “No. Fuck no. No, no, no. I refuse.”
“Elliott,” she whispered. “Come on.”
“This was such a bad freakin’ idea,” I continued. “I knew I should’ve stayed away from you.”
My phone rang, and I ignored it.
“Justin’s calling,” Blaine whispered, as if she kept her voice quiet, that would help quell the panic I could tell was rising in her.
“Answer it,” I suggested.
“No,” she whispered. “He’ll know something is wrong and he’ll want to know what.”
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. “How about you tell him that his father accidentally knocked his mother up during the baby making weather we had two months ago, and that his new son’s going to be an uncle at the age of two?”
Blaine’s breath hitched. “Did you look?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I don’t need to see the positive sign to know that you are. You’re acting just as moody at fifty as you did when Justin was born.”
“What about when I was pregnant with Tawny?” she asked.
“You were god-awful with Tawny, and I try to ignore that nine months of my life,” I joked.
She punched me in the shoulder, which actually grazed my nipple because she wasn’t looking.
Neither one of us wanted to confirm our suspicions.
“What are you two doing?” I blinked open my eyes to see Cecily, Justin’s wife, staring at us in worry. “Did you fall and can’t get back up?”
We were lying on the floor of our master suite bathroom, and the pregnancy test was on the back of the toilet about two feet away from us.
“Look at that on the back of the toilet and tell me what it says,” Blaine begged.
Cecily stepped over our bodies just as our grandson, Craig, barreled into the room.