Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Titus walked to the door and opened it.
“Sorry, bro. But we didn’t…” Titus began to say, but I interrupted. “Nope! That was me. Don’t send him away!”
Him ended up being a her, and she waved as she handed off all the food.
I might or might not have overdone it.
“Sorry,” I smiled as Titus stood there with the armful of food. “I was hungry, and I don’t eat healthy when I’m on vacation.”
Titus just shook his head and walked to the kitchen. “There we were waiting for you to come out so we could start turkey bacon and eggs, and you went and ordered out the whole donut shop.”
“Donuts?” Slone frowned. “From where?”
Slone was at the table shirtless with a sweatshirt in his lap and a wet towel on his bare shoulder.
He had sweat staining the front of his pants, and he was in tennis shoes with no-show socks.
I’d never seen a man as big as him have attractive ankles before, but Slone pulled it off.
Though he didn’t have visible abs or anything, and might have a little extra padding than Titus who was also shirtless, there was only one man in the room that was drawing my eye at that moment in time.
I licked my lips as I watched him come up to me out of the corner of my eye.
“Donuts are here, Annabelle!” Briley came charging in. “Yes!”
The girls pushed their way in past their fathers, and the three of us stared into the boxes as we tried to choose which one to grab first.
“I think I’m going with the purple sprinkles one,” I said. “What about y’all?” The two girls reached for the pink with sprinkles, and we all took a bite at the same time.
I groaned as I said, “Wow. This is one of the best donuts I’ve had in my life.”
“Oh, man!” Perry whined. “How am I supposed to be on a diet with donuts like that? Now I have to know if they’re good or not.”
“You live here,” Banner said. “How do you not know if they’re good or not?”
“Because we’re on a fixed income, I don’t work, I’m going to school-full time and we’re paying for my masters out of our own pocket. Do you seriously think that we can afford donuts all willy nilly?” Perry asked as she got up and headed our way.
I offered her the box, then said, “There are also breakfast sandwiches in this bag,” I said around a bite of donut. “And some bagels. They said that they were the best in three states. People drive here from New York for them, which is saying something seeing as New York has their own bagels that are to die for.”
She cursed and reached into the bag with one hand while fisting a donut in the other.
Slone sighed along with Banner, and the two of them reached into the boxes and pulled out their own donuts.
Banner pulled out a gallon of milk and some cups and brought them to the table.
I took a seat between the two girls and we dove in, and I was proud to say ten minutes later that I had both of them absolutely loving bagels.
“Okay, this is a slight miracle,” Titus said as he bit into his own breakfast sandwich.
It was made with a bagel, too.
And I had to say, it was really yummy and I was glad that he was eating it, even if he was breaking his diet to do it.
“What’s a miracle, Daddy?” Annabelle asked.
Titus sighed, then defined what a miracle was, and why he’d used it in his sentence.
I could hear him talking low to his daughter, but my gaze went across the table and stayed there.
Slone had finished his fourth donut and he was slowly rubbing his belly as if he’d had enough and was full. Every time he moved his arm, his muscles bunched and flexed. Bulging biceps, strong shoulders, large traps.
Being the introverted person that I was, I tended to be a people watcher.
Sure, I’d talk if I was comfortable enough, but people watching was the thing that I did when I was trying to decide if I wanted to talk in the first place.
Needless to say, I’d seen quite a few men in my time. Tall and short. Big and small. Fit and unfit.
The list went on.
To be completely truthful, I’d seen men in better shape—appearance wise anyway—than Slone.
But there was just something about the single dad, from the very beginning, that drew my eye.
And right then, he had a flake of glazed donut on his chest that I wanted to lick off.
And, to make matters worse, as if he was listening to my inner thoughts, he looked down and spotted the fleck of glaze.
He licked his finger, pressed it to his chest to pick the fleck up, and then brought it to his mouth when he had it on his finger.