Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I’ll talk to her and see if we can maybe swing by next Sunday when we are both off,” I suggest, and he nods. “Love you, Dad.”
“Love you more. When you go inside”—he motions with his chin—“hide the pie before your sister finishes it all.”
I laugh as I walk in and see her in the kitchen sitting in the chair with a white tissue in her hand as she dabs her eyes. “He’s worried about you,” she shares. “He won’t say it, but he is.”
“I know,” I say, and it kills me I’ve added this to his stress level. “I told him not to worry about it.”
She laughs at me. “Yeah, like that’s going to do anything.”
“He wants to make sure you don’t eat all his pie.” I try to change the subject, but Autumn is Autumn, so she doesn’t let me.
“What is going to happen now?” she asks me.
“Nothing is going to happen. She has to go into the sheriff’s office tomorrow with Ryleigh and answer questions.”
“But they are going to know the two of you were together all night long,” she mentions quietly.
“Yeah.” I put my hands on my hips. “I hope they get the fucking message, and he hides under a fucking rock and doesn’t come back out.”
She laughs. “Out of all the women in all the world, you get tangled with the only one you shouldn’t.”
I look at her and do a chin up. “Seems like I learned from my sister,” I joke. “You love who you love.”
She gasps. “You love her?”
“Never felt this way about another woman in my whole life,” I confess, “and I’ve had my share. With her, I know I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure she’s not hurt. I’d go to the ends of the earth to make her smile. So, if that’s love, then yeah,” I admit. Just the thought of her smiling and happy fills another piece of me I didn’t know needed to be filled. Another part of me I didn’t know was empty. “I guess I love her.”
CHAPTER 26
Harmony
“Wyatt, we have to go,” I say when I walk back downstairs after taking a shower, expecting him to still be in the kitchen eating the fresh fruit I cut before I escaped quickly. I stop in my tracks when I see the kitchen empty. The stool’s pushed in, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Even his fruit bowl isn’t left on the counter. I see something in the yard and see Wyatt in the backyard with Brady, who throws him the ball and he catches it.
Last night when Brady came home from work, he found Wyatt and me on the couch, where he made it a point to sit down and talk to Wyatt about his day. I sat there, not sure what to say, especially when Wyatt got up to go to bed, high-fiving Brady before just walking to the bedroom he was staying in. I got up to follow him, and Brady grabbed my hand, pulling me back down so he could kiss me. It was a soft, sweet kiss, and it made my knees weak and my stomach flutter. He was also waiting for me when I walked out of Wyatt’s room, not saying a word as he took me to his bedroom and kept me there for the rest of the night. I woke up snuggled against his naked body, and it took everything I had in me to leave him. But I did, and again, he was there downstairs to carry my stuff to the truck, kissing me before I left. When I got back, he was already showered and ready to make breakfast. He made sure if Wyatt was in the room, there was no touching or kissing. He pushed me up the stairs to shower, and now I am standing in his kitchen, watching him toss a ball with my son.
I push open the storm door. “We’ve got to get going,” I call out, and Wyatt turns to run to the side of the house. “Where are you going?”
“The truck, I already put my bag in there,” he explains over his shoulder. “Brady told me to.”
I look back at Brady, who is coming straight for me, stopping on the step in front of me to kiss my neck. “I like that you smell of me,” he says, sniffing my neck. “I just wish I was the one who lathered you up.” He walks to the door. “Go to the truck. I’ll meet you in the front.” He swats my ass, stopping and turning. “Do we have time when we get back before you meet Ryleigh?”
“I don’t think so. I have to go to Mr. Mendelson’s house and grab my things,” I tell him, but I really want to come back home and get naked with Brady. Not to say we didn’t get naked last night, but it’s not as fun when I have to muffle my face or when he has to bury his in my neck to stop from groaning out loud.