Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Nope. What makes you ask that?”
“Because I’m not blind,” Wolfe continues. “Something is different.”
“Nope, nothing different. She’s her usual sarcastic self.”
That, at least, is true.
“Hey, guys.” Sarah calls out as she and Luna walk out the sliding glass door, each carrying a tray. “We have some pastries for you to try that Mira wants our opinions on.”
“I’m still full from breakfast,” Wolfe says as he pats his flat stomach.
“I won’t pass it up.” Zeke takes a plate from the tray and pops what looks like a small muffin into his mouth. After he swallows, he sighs in happiness. “Luna, can I just move in here? I will happily pay rent. I’ll even earn my keep. I’m handy to have around.”
“Don’t worry.” My sister laughs. “I’ll keep you guys well stocked with this stuff.”
“Not me,” I inform her. “I’ll have to run about twenty miles to work off what I’ve already eaten.”
“He’s watching his figure,” Tanner says, and I flip him off.
That only makes him laugh harder.
“Where’s June?” I ask Luna.
“She’s plating the lemon and peanut butter cookies to bring out.”
I nod and stand.
“I’ll go help her.”
Ignoring Wolfe’s gaze, I walk inside and close the door behind me. And there she is, at the counter, arranging little cookies on the tray.
“What do you need?” she asks me.
“Just came in to help you carry this out there.”
Her eyebrows raise, and she glances over my shoulder to the others sitting just ten yards away on the patio.
“They can’t see in.” I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her to me. “There’s too much glare on the door, so now I get a few minutes alone with you.”
“They could walk in at any second.”
“And, thanks to the glass door, we’ll be able to see them come this way. Handy, isn’t it?”
She turns in my arms, and before she can protest, I boost her up onto the countertop so she’s almost even height with me.
“I don’t want to sit on those delicious cookies.”
“I moved them.” Nibbling on her neck, I make my way down to her shoulder as I nudge her T-shirt out of my way. “You’re way more delicious than those cookies.”
“Right.” She snort laughs. “Seriously, we shouldn’t do this here.”
“Says who?” I kiss my way up the other side of her neck to her ear. “Because I don’t see anyone telling me not to.”
“You’re incorrigible.” She laughs and then sighs when my mouth returns to hers. I sink into the kiss, enjoying every bit of her.
Finally, she presses her hand to my chest, giving me the clue that it’s time to back off.
“We could disappear back upstairs. They wouldn’t miss us.”
June scrunches her nose. “I think the rooms are already being cleaned for the guests coming later.”
“Damn.”
Now she laughs as I step back and let her hop off the counter before she passes me the tray.
“You can carry these, and I’ll grab the pitcher of mimosas for refills.”
Outside, everyone is laughing, and both trays that Sarah and Luna brought out are empty.
“I guess those were good,” I say as I set down my tray. “So I get first crack at these.”
“You snooze, you lose,” Wolfe says as I take the same seat I was in before.
June chooses a chair about six feet away from me, and deciding that she’s too far away, I reach over, grab the leg of the chair, and simply pull her closer, effectively positioning her under an umbrella.
“There, now you won’t burn.”
“How chivalrous of you,” Sarah says with a grin. “You two have been really nice to each other while we’ve been here. It makes me wonder if we’re in an alternate reality.”
“Nah,” June says, shaking her head. “We just called a truce for the weekend. I’ll go back to calling him an idiot later.”
“Darn,” Sarah says, and she looks genuinely disappointed. “I like it when you get along.”
“And I like it when he’s not an idiot,” June adds, which has us all laughing.
I want to pull her into my lap and kiss the hell out of her in front of everyone so that it’s clear we’re together. It might also show her that I want more with her than just fucking around together behind their backs.
But she hasn’t given me the green light to do that yet.
“These cookies aren’t the best,” Luna decides, looking at a lemon cookie. “Which is shocking because Mira never misses.”
“Everyone misses sooner or later,” Wolfe replies and takes her cookie, bites into it, and frowns. “Yeah, this one isn’t great.”
“The peanut butter ones are to die for,” June adds and grabs another. “Thanks for these last couple of days, Luna. It’s been awesome. If your guests get even a quarter of the treatment you’ve given us, you’ll be booked out for months. This will be the new it spot on the Oregon Coast.”