Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“What?” I shouted as I turned in time to see my grandmother motioning for Bryson to pick her up.
“Make sure you get us in the full picture!” Grammy said as my father was laughing his ass off while my mother attempted to get my grandfather to stop taking pictures.
“That is enough!” I shouted, causing the entire room to go quiet.
“Grammy, that is the man I love you’re trying to climb up. And maybe we can calm down just a bit with all the photos and signing of things. Oh, we can do like the last ten minutes or so where he can sign and do photos.”
Everyone stared at me with their mouths gaped open.
I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, so maybe suggesting the last ten minutes was a bit too much, but please, let’s just...”
My voice trailed off as everyone stared at me, and I looked at Bryson. He had a look on his face that made my entire body instantly warm.
“I love you too,” he said, crossing the room and stopping in front of me. Cupping my face in his hands, he leaned down and stopped right before his mouth met mine. “I love you, too, Rose.”
It was only then I realized I had said I loved Bryson in front of my entire family. Well, with the exception of Bradly and Avery.
Looping my arms around his neck, I lifted onto my toes and deepened the kiss.
“Ahh, you two might want to break it up,” Josh said as he pulled at my arm. “Dad’s got that weird look on his face, the one where his eyebrows pull down and he kind of resembles Butch, that one bull he had. I can’t risk Bryson getting hurt. I still need him to sign my baseball hat and a few things for my friends.”
After my declaration of love to Bryson and his to me, and after my mother reassured my father that Bryson wasn’t stealing me from him, family game night finally started. Since Bryson was new, he got to pick from the hat to see what game we were playing. When he pulled out Twister, my father yelled no and made Bryson pull another game out while everyone burst out laughing.
Bryson frowned as he looked up and said, “Speak Out?”
“Oh no,” I groaned as everyone else laughed.
“What’s Speak Out?”
My father practically skipped over to Bryson and handed him the plastic piece to put into his mouth. Bryson took it and stared at it.
“Are we playing dentist?”
Lily giggled next to me. “Oh my God, I see why you love him.”
My mother explained the rules. “We break up into teams. You have to put those in, and then you read a phrase. Whichever team gets the most phrases correct wins.”
Bryson lifted the plastic mouthpiece. “How long do I have to wear this?”
“We have a timer, so it will ding, and then the next person will wear them,” Lincoln said as she passed around the bucket, and everyone drew a number. “The person who draws the game always goes first.”
I openly sighed in relief. I was number nineteen. There was no way we’d play long enough to get to my number.
“Okay. Got it,” Bryson said with a firm head nod.
After we got into our groups, Bryson went to put the mouthpiece in and then stopped. He looked directly at my father and asked, “No videos will be posted on the Internet, right?”
Dad shot him an evil smile.
“Dad,” I warned.
Lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender, he said, “Fine. No videos allowed.”
Bryson nodded, slipped the plastic piece into his mouth, and looked around as everyone laughed. When he looked at me, he winked.
“He has nice teeth. That’s a good sign,” Grammy said from the other side of the room.
Bryson read his sentence out loud, and all I could hear was, “Car fucking a hoenut fuck so cocks will hurt you.” I cringed as everyone laughed.
“Son, I really hope you aren’t saying what it sounds like you’re saying,” Brock said as he attempted not to laugh.
Bryson repeated it.
“Car!” Morgan shouted, and Bryson pointed at her and attempted to say yes.
He repeated it.
“Fucking!” Hunter yelled out as Kipton smacked him on the arm.
“Hunter! I highly doubt it says that.”
Looking at his wife, Hunter shrugged. “Sure sounds like it.”
Bryson rolled his eyes, then said the sentence slower.
It was Granddad’s turn to try. “Carjacking a hoenut truck…”
Bryson shook his head and repeated the word that sounded like hoenut.
“Donut!” I yelled out as Josh stood.
“I got it! Carjacking a donut truck so cops will chase you!”
Bryson looked relieved as he attempted to say yes! He pulled the plastic piece out and moved his mouth around a bit.
“Hang on to that, Bryson,” Lincoln said. “I clean them all at the end.”
“Got it.”
He walked over to me and sat down. We had been lucky enough to get on the same team.