Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Kit’s thinking about it, I can practically see the thoughts ticking over in his head, but he’s hesitant too.
“Down the line,” Uncle Damon continues, “if it’s successful, we might be able to add you to the King Sports family and work out a program where our clients can pay us a higher percentage in the contract for your services to keep them at their physical peak.”
The longer Kit doesn’t reply, the more I begin to think my genius idea is maybe not so genius. He’s giving me nothing on his stoic face.
“You’re not sure?” I ask.
Kit shakes his head. “I think it’s a brilliant idea, but working with athletes would be different. I know how to train future SEALs because I’ve been through the process. I might not be qualified to take on athletes. What if I break them? How do I even care for an athlete? Do they need watering? How often do I walk them?”
“You can get accredited,” I say. “I already looked, and you can do courses online to get it.”
Kit smiles at me. “You’ve really thought about this.”
“I have. We’ve been researching and trying to iron out the details before I brought it to you, but you’re here, and I think it will be perfect to add to your business plan.”
Kit pulls me to him. “I think so too.”
“What about Prescott? Do you think he’d be interested?”
Maybe I’m getting too ahead of myself because with the way Kit licks his lips and averts his gaze, I get the dreaded feeling in the pit of my stomach that he’s about to say something I don’t want to hear.
“I’m not sure if he’s ready to leave the navy.”
Damn it.
“Actually, his words were that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready.”
“Ever?” I croak.
Uncle Damon cuts in. “And this conversation just became a throuple thing, and I don’t want to get in the way. I’m going to grab my stuff and go home to my man.” On the way out, he pauses next to me. “You’ve done amazing work on this idea. Don’t let distractions stop you from excelling.”
I don’t plan on it. Kit being here will make it so much easier for me to relax when I’m not at work instead of constantly forcing myself to focus on anything but him and Prescott. I can come to work refreshed instead of burned out. I can come up with a million other ideas and get ready to be the best damn agent there is. Well, next to Uncle Damon.
He found a niche in the market and has made a killing. Not only that, but he’s one of the most reputable and respected agents in the business.
If Kit and Prescott can be involved with that, it’ll only make it that much more amazing, but I’m not going to hold Prescott back if being a SEAL is all he’ll ever want to be.
When Uncle Damon leaves, Kit tells me to sit.
We take seats side by side at the large conference table that is covered in notes, papers, and scribbles of ideas, tips Uncle Damon’s been randomly writing down for me, and a rough ten-year plan Damon wants me to follow.
Kit takes both my hands in his. “What do you think about Prescott staying with his job?”
“I’m not going to lie, I wouldn’t like it,” I say. “But that’s not really fair to him. You two didn’t let me give up my dream job or postpone it or any of that, so I can’t ask him to do the same. Even if it means living in LA and San Diego and only seeing each other every other weekend. Or you and I sitting at home worried about him coming home if he’s deployed or on a training mission. We don’t have the right to ask him to give it up.”
Kit leans forward and places a kiss on my forehead. “I thought I was going to have to spell all that out for you.”
I cock my head. “Maybe I should stop acting like a brat all the time around you. You seem to have no faith in me as a responsible and rational adult.”
“Mm, it’s easy to forget sometimes, but you always find a way to remind me.” Kit kisses my cheek and then moves his lips down to my neck.
“As much as I’m enjoying this,” I say while practically moaning, “do you think we should call Prescott and ask what it is that he wants?”
“There you go being all rational again. I don’t know which I like more, your attention-seeking side or the efficient grown-up.”
I get out of my seat and throw my leg over Kit to straddle him, though the table gets in the way, so I end up with my butt on the edge and my dick in Kit’s face. “Don’t get used to the efficient grown-up because when it comes to you and Prescott, he rarely makes an appearance.”