Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
And, amazingly, so am I.
It’s been nearly two months since Christian moved in with me—renting his house out, as planned—and it’s been nothing but cohabitational bliss. We get along so well, have a blast doing even simple things like playing with the animals or planning our meals for the week, and the sex continues to be phenomenal.
Like…really phenomenal.
It’s so good, I hardly notice the scandalized glances and whispers from the more uptight people in town anymore. Let them talk and gossip about our accidental sex tape. I’m too happy and well-loved to pay them any mind.
“So?” Nora turns back to me with a curious light in her big eyes. “Did you talk to Christian about Matty? Is he still leaving town? Because that van he’s living in now that he rented his house is still parked on his friend’s property down the road.”
I lean against the entrance to the fence, wrapping my coat tighter around me to ward off the chill. Luckily, it hasn’t snowed yet, but it’s a chilly Thanksgiving for sure. I’m not sure how Nora’s not shivering in nothing but a fluffy blue sweater, but maybe her burning need for information on her secret crush is keeping her warm. “Yeah, apparently. I guess he ran into a few snags with his tourist visas, but the plan is still to leave before the end of the year.”
She scrunches her nose. “I don’t believe it. Something fishy is going on with him and this whole trip. I sense it every time we run into each other around town. And I spotted him behind The Cupcake Factory again yesterday. Lurking and sneaking.”
I arch a brow. “Lurking and sneaking or just…buying some cupcakes to bring to Thanksgiving dinner? I’m pretty sure he’s in charge of desserts. Christian and I are salad and rolls.”
“Fine, maybe he was just scoring dessert, not stolen purses from his mob connection to sell on the black market.” Her lips push into a pout. “But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off with him. When he stopped to help me get my car out of the ditch last week, he kept warning me to stay away from him.”
“All while penetrating you with his eyes?” I ask, with a wiggle of my brows.
“Yes!” She sighs and flaps an arm my way. “So, you’ve noticed that, too? It isn’t all in my head?”
“No, it’s not,” I confirm. “He was making visual love to you the entire haunted hotel cocktail party. I half expected to find you guys banging in the secret séance room before the night was through.”
Nora bites her lip. “No. No banging. But he did kiss me. And not just any kiss. It was a super steamy one. Probably the best kiss I’ve ever had.”
“What?” I reach out, giving her shoulder a playful shove. “You’ve been holding out on me, woman. You had the best kiss of your life nearly a month ago and this is the first I’m hearing about it?”
She winces. “I know, I know. I wanted to tell you, but afterward, he acted like nothing happened until I started thinking maybe I’d dreamt the whole thing. It’s so weird. And it’s seriously messing with my head and my business. I was so late with my latest product order, I almost missed the pre-holiday delivery window.” She leans back against the fence, casting a wistful look toward the turkeys gamboling up and down the plastic slides. “Why can’t I have a crush on a guy who’s into me, too? Like Penelope?”
“She’s one lucky turkey all right,” I agree, smiling as I watch Kyle check in on her after a particularly vigorous swoop down the slide. “Kyle, too. I’m so glad they found each other.” Turning back to Nora, I add, “You’re going to find your perfect fit, too. I know it. Christian’s still in his early days marketing for Ugly Dog Brewery but I’m convinced the new COO, Dean, is perfect for you. Give me until after the holidays to work on Chris, but I’m sure I can sweet talk him into helping me set you two up.”
“Thanks,” Nora says. “I appreciate all the setting up I can get. The dating apps are the worst. Though I did have a decent dinner with that guy, Sam, last week. We’re actually meeting up later today to go for a walk by the lake after Gram and I have our usual popcorn and ice-cream feast. His family lives far away so he doesn’t have Thanksgiving plans, either.”
“Cool,” I say. “I hope you have fun. And don’t hesitate to reach out if the turkeys are misbehaving and need an attitude adjustment. I’ll only be a quick drive across town and can be here in a jiff.”
“Will do,” Nora says. “And if Matty brings a date to dinner, don’t tell me, okay? Even if I ask in a moment of weakness? I’m determined to put him out of my mind and move on with my life.”