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)
“I am.” She does a little shimmy in the seat. “It’ll probably take most of the day, and Sarah and June are coming to help. We also get to hang all the artwork that Sarah did for the guest rooms.”
“That’ll be awesome. I’ll come by when I’m done with work and see if I can lend a hand.”
“I’ll take all the help I can get. Then, June needs to get opinions on some outfits from Sarah and I later, so she’s bringing those with her.”
I scowl. “Outfits? That doesn’t sound like June.”
“Oh, you don’t know her. She always has to get our opinions when she has to wear girl clothes for something.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“She’s going on a date.”
I almost choke on my coffee, and Luna hurries to pat me on the back. “Easy, don’t inhale that.”
“I’m okay.” I clear my throat. “June has a date, huh?”
“Yeah, with some guy who recently moved to town. I forget his name. Anyway, they met at the coffee shop a few days ago, and he asked her out. I was kind of surprised she agreed since June’s never been super interested in dating, but I’m excited for her.”
I have no right to be this fucking pissed off.
We’ve never made promises to each other—hell, she can’t fucking stand me, but I want to shake some sense into her and punch the other guy out.
“I think he’s taking her to dinner at Three Sisters,” Luna continues. “That’ll be nice.”
“Hmm. I’d better get to it.”
“Oh, sorry to hang you up. I’m babbling.” She grins and stands with me before giving me a big hug. “Thanks for being such an awesome brother.”
“I’m only mediocre, at best.”
“Nope, you’re awesome. You could have been a big jerk about this whole inn thing.”
“Only an asshole would do that. I should be done in Lincoln City by noon, and then I’ll be by to see what I can help with.”
“Awesome. I’ll save the hard-to-reach stuff for you.”
I laugh and wave as I get into my truck, and then I drive down Lighthouse way and turn toward the highway.
June has a goddamn date. And it isn’t with me.
“Where do these pillows go?”
I walk into pandemonium.
There are pillows, blankets, lamps, and cushions all over the foyer. On the steps, there are rolled-up rugs, and there are even more blankets hung over the newel post.
It looks like Pottery Barn threw up in here.
“In the library!” is the answer shouted upstairs.
“Uh, hello?” I walk back to the kitchen and find all three Kinnard sisters hard at work, storing dishes and cutlery, pots and pans, and more dry goods than I could count.
“Hi, Apollo,” Cordelia says with a happy smile. She blows a strand of hair out of her eyes. “It’s move-in day.”
“I heard. I came to see if I can help. Have you seen my sister?”
“I think I heard her upstairs,” Mira says, shaking a big-ass knife in that general direction. “I made some lemon tarts and fresh sweet tea for everyone to snack on. This is hard work.”
“I’ll definitely be back for that.” I wink at her and then set off in search of Luna so I can get my marching orders.
But when I get to the top of the stairs, I’m met with a very fine ass.
June—I’d recognize that ass anywhere—is bent over, storing perfectly folded sheet sets in a cupboard.
“I swear to god,” she mutters, “this is a pain in the ass. Why didn’t she have me build her a whole linen closet? No, she had to have an antique cupboard that’s aesthetically pleasing.”
I can’t help but smile. I love it when Juniper talks to herself.
“Need some help?”
She jumps in surprise and hits her head on the shelf. As she rubs the sore spot, she turns to glare at me.
“From you? Hell no. Why are you lurking behind me? Are you staring at my ass? You’re a perv.”
“It’s a nice ass.” I shrug, as if I’m not at all bothered by her rudeness. The truth is that I’m not. I love the sass that comes out of this woman.
It fucking turns me on.
“Luna’s in one of the guest rooms that way.” She points down the hall before turning back to putting the sheets into the cabinet, but I don’t walk away. “Leave me alone, Apollo.”
“Nah. I don’t think I will.” I get closer, grab one of the sheet sets that needs to be stored, and smooth out the fabric. “I think that, if you fold these one more time, they’ll fit better.”
“I didn’t ask you.” She yanks the set out of my hands and works her damn hardest to ignore me.
She smells amazing, and being so close to her, I can feel the warmth coming off her. I remember how warm her skin is, how responsive.
She’s pulled her riot of red curls into a twisted knot, which is a feat in and of itself. Her hair is thick and long, and she loves it when I bury my fist in it at her nape and give it a tug.