Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I looked at him, staring into those blue eyes that had the power to melt my heart, and nodded.
Then I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his neck, and breathed easy again, no longer in quite the panic that I’d been in when I’d woken up a few minutes before.
Though, you could bet your ass that I wouldn’t be bending down in front of him again for the foreseeable future.
Chapter 14
Your boobs really bring out my eyes.
-Tommy’s secret thoughts
Tommy
“I’ll take y’all home.”
I looked at him incredulously. “You can’t,” I denied him. “If the water happened to be low enough for you to get through it on your bike, there’s still the little dilemma of Tallulah not having her car seat. And even though I did it the other day, I won’t be doing it again. Not when we have to drive another ten minutes down the road with dumbasses trying to get out and about today for the first time in four days.”
He grinned at me.
“I have a car. A car that has a car seat in it because I pick my niece up from daycare at least once a week.”
She blinked.
“You have a car?”
She said car like it was a dirty word, and I had to squelch the urge to laugh so she wouldn’t think I was laughing at her instead of with her.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
She twitched.
I could tell she was embarrassed.
Hell, I was embarrassed for her, but what had happened this morning wasn’t the end of the world.
Fifty percent of the goddamn population had periods and a hundred percent of the world’s population farted.
It was a bodily function, and one that you couldn’t control.
So no, I wasn’t upset, grossed out or mad. I was, however, pissed off that I was having to give her up, even if it was just temporarily.
I fucking hated responsibilities.
I hated that she wasn’t going to be here after two days of having her in my bed, giving me things that I wanted more than anything, when I got home from work.
I wouldn’t even have the smell of her on my sheets since I’d had to wash them.
I’d almost say that was on purpose—since she was still trying to pull away—if I hadn’t seen her face and the way that her mortification had swept over it.
Taking her by the hand, I urged her out of the house.
I’d already loaded Tallulah’s diaper bag and her medicines while Tally had been feeding Tallulah, so all I had left to do was drop down and sweep Tallulah into my arms—which I did moments later while still holding onto Tally’s hand.
“Ready?” I looked at Tally.
She took one last look around, like it was the last time she’d ever be in this place—which was likely true since I would be moving into my own place within a week—and nodded her head with very little enthusiasm.
“Yep,” she confirmed. “Show me to this mysterious car.”
I grinned and pulled her with me, taking her down the steps and around to the garage door, which was already open and waiting for us.
She froze the moment we rounded the side of the house.
“This is not a car,” she informed me. “This is a freakin’ beast.”
I looked at my black 1967 Chevy Impala, the one that left the garage only on rare occasions, and grinned.
“I got this girl when I was sixteen,” I told her as I pulled her forward. “When I turned twenty-one, I got my first bike, and I haven’t driven her much since.”
“That’s blasphemy,” she informed me. “It’s cruel and unusual punishment to put a car like this on the back burner.”
I led her to the passenger side and opened the door for her to take a seat.
She took a look at the white leather interior, and I could tell she wanted to snort.
“I guess you don’t have your niece much?”
I shook my head.
“No, why?”
She reached for Tallulah, and I handed her over, watching her as she twisted in her seat and lifted Tallulah up and over the bench before placing her in the car seat.
“I’m glad she still rear faces,” Tally said as she clipped Tallulah into place.
I didn’t hear much of what she said because my eyes were on the way her ass looked in those jeans.
She was shimmying and shaking, so it took me a while to realize that during this time I should’ve been walking to my own door and getting in.
Instead, I was still standing there like a dolt and staring at where her cute ass used to be.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, then horror crossed over her face.
“Oh, God. Is there more?”
I blinked then shook my head.
“More of what?” I questioned in confusion.
“Blood.”
She said the word like it was some dirty secret, and I had to bite my tongue to keep the laugh from exploding from my body.