Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Home.
Never in a million years did I think I’d become part of the Vetrov family.
A smile curves my lips as I lean against my man.
Thank God for miracles.
Chapter 39
Nikolai
I’m so fucking tired of flying when we step off the private jet.
Grandma is standing on the main house’s porch. “Oh, thank God.” She hurries closer to hug Abigail. “I was so worried.”
“I’m okay, Grandma Dana,” my love assures her.
A smile curves my lips because I’m grateful that everything worked out and Abigail didn’t get hurt.
“Come, I’ve prepared dinner.”
“Christ, you probably cooked enough to feed an army,” Grandpa mutters.
Grandma waves an arm over the property. “And what do you call all the men guarding us?”
“An army,” Grandpa grumbles.
I chuckle as I place a hand on Abigail’s lower back. When we walk to the house, I lean into her and whisper, “You look breathtaking in the dress.”
She smiles up at me. “I wore it for you.”
I hold her back as my family heads into the house, and turning to face her, I ask, “Are you okay? Did the fuckers trigger anything?”
Abigail wraps her arms around me, leaning her cheek against my chest. “I’m grossed out when any other man touches me. There was a moment when it all rushed back, but I managed to push the demons away.” Turning her head, she stares up at me, her eyes soft with love. “You’re the only man who can touch me.”
My mouth curves as I brush some strands of hair from her face. “Am I an asshole for loving that?”
She lets out a burst of laughter. “No, just my overly jealous and possessive caveman.”
“Are you coming?” Grandma calls from the front door.
“Yes,” Abigail answers excitedly. “I’m starving.”
We follow my grandmother to the dining room and take our seats. A feast is spread over the table, which has Abigail salivating next to me.
I grab her plate and load it with a bit of everything, and only when my woman is eating, do I help myself.
Mom lets out a happy sigh before she says, “Remind me to give you some clothes before you go home.”
“Clothes?” Abigail frowns, then her eyes widen. “Shit…I mean, shoot, I didn’t bring anything.”
“Don’t worry.” I wink at her. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
A wide smile spreads over her face. “You might regret it. I’m a shopaholic.”
“I’ll never regret spending time with you.”
Mom’s laughter draws our attention. “I need to record this. When you come home and complain about having to sit through a whole day of Abigail trying on clothes, I’m playing it back to you.”
“And trust me, it will take an entire day,” Abigail chuckles
The food is so good I help myself to a second plateful and load more onto Abigail’s plate while I’m at it.
After we’re all done stuffing our faces, we move to the living room to have coffee with my parents.
Abigail glances at my family, and I see emotion tightening her features. “Thank you for coming for me.”
“Of course,” Dad murmurs. “You’re family.”
Abigail takes a deep breath, blinking fast to keep the tears back. I pull her tightly to my side and press a kiss to her hair.
“I’ve never felt like I belonged until I met you all,” she admits. “I’m so glad I wore Nikolai down.”
We all chuckle at her comment, then I say, “It’s time for us to head home. I’m sure Abigail is exhausted after the day she’s had.”
“Oh, let me just grab you some clothes,” Mom exclaims before running out of the living room.
While we wait, I mention to Dad, “I’ll check with the buyer tomorrow to set up a meeting for the diamonds. I’d like to move them as soon as possible.”
“I agree.”
Mom comes back in with a small bag and hands it to Abigail. “It’s just something to sleep in and clothes for when you go shopping tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much.” Abigail gives Mom a quick hug before we finally head to the door.
I take the bag from Abigail, and wishing everyone a good night’s rest, we walk toward the woods.
“Wait.” Abigail takes hold of my arm to keep her balance as she slips off her high heels. I open the bag so she can put them inside.
As we walk through the cool evening air, she sighs, “It’s only been two…three days, and I missed the island.”
“Hopefully, not more than you missed me?” I mutter.
“Trust you to be jealous of an island,” she teases.
We walk between the trees, following the path to my house, with the stars shining brightly in the sky.
“This is actually romantic,” Abigail comments. “A midnight stroll through the woods with the man of my dreams.”
“Sorry, I’m not more romantic.”
She grins at me. “Don’t worry about it. The awesome sex makes up for it.”
“Is that so?” I slap her on the ass, making her shriek.
Abigail stops walking, and glancing around, she lifts her hand to her cleavage and brushes her finger seductively over the curve of the breast. “Will any of the guards see us here?”