Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“He wanted an annulment.”
“Bullshit. If that was it he could have had you served with papers. You weren’t trying to hide. You still used your damn credit cards and you called me almost every day.”
I take a deep breath and think over her words. I feel hope begin to bubble up inside of me. Titan did tell me he wanted me. He didn’t use the word love, but what he did say was more than I ever hoped to have. It was really good. And if the last two weeks are a sample of what life with Titan would be like, then I definitely want that.
“I’ll talk to him tonight,” I agree, closing my eyes and praying I’m not making a mistake.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Call me and let me know when I need to get my pirate getup dry cleaned.”
“You’re a freak, Hope.”
“Takes one to know one, sister dear.”
“Love you, freak.”
“Love you, too.”
I hang up the phone and stare at the house. Then I grab my stuff, open the door and take a breath. Praying I’m doing the right thing.
fifty-one
titan
I look around the room, wondering if I have everything right. I’m actually freaking nervous, which I’ve never been before. Then again, nothing has ever been this important to me—not even winning the championship. I look down at my championship ring and frown. Before Faith came into my life, football was all I had. That was it. Now it’s not even important. I went to work coaching the D-league players on a team that pretty much stinks. There’s a challenge there and we have some promising guys. I can build it and it makes me happy and I think in the end a few of these guys may get sent up to the pros. I enjoy it, but in the end it’s a job. I do it and when it’s time to come home I’m more than ready.
Because I know Faith will be here.
Fuck me. I gave Gavin and Aden shit and here I am, more twisted around Faith than maybe even they are over their women.
And I don’t give a damn.
That thought makes me grin. I check my watch and realize that Faith should be here any minute. I check the linguini one last time, satisfied it’s good. Then I move the non-alcoholic champagne in the ice as I look at the table. That shit probably tastes like shit, but it was the best I could do. I want Faith to feel like everything is perfect.
I even got that crazy-ass aunt of Faith’s to bring over some linens and it looks stylish even if I do say so myself. I’m relieved. With Ida Sue I wasn’t sure what I’d end up with. I adjust the candles on the table for no other reason than I’m nervous and I want everything to be perfect. With one last look I walk into the bedroom, double checking on things in there. The rose petals are on the new sheets. Candles are all around. This seemed easy in my head, but now I have these thoughts planted there.
Should I light the candles now? Do I wait and break away to do it after dinner? What happens if she follows and sees what I’m doing before the surprise? If I light them now will I catch the damn house on fire?
I’ve turned into a damn chick. I shake my head and stalk back into the kitchen, just as Faith opens the door.
“Titan, I need to talk—” She stops talking once she turns around and sees me. Her eyes go to me, wearing the suit I wore when I got married to her in Vegas. She couldn’t have missed that and probably it’s playing my hand a little early, but it just seemed to feel right. I walk to the table and light the candles—silently kicking my ass because I should have lit those before she showed up. Then, I walk to her and take her bag from her, setting it on the table by the door. “What’s this?” she asks, her voice breathless. I move behind her and help her out of her coat and hang it on the hook on the wall.
“I made my woman dinner,” I whisper against her ear, placing a kiss against her pulse—which is jumping in her neck. Her body is tense and I’m starting to worry I’ve made a mistake here.
She tilts her head back to look at me, her blue eyes moving thoughtfully.
“What are you up to, Big Daddy?”
“I hope you’re hungry,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. I give her shoulders a squeeze before I move back around her, leading her to the table.
“I… let me go clean up first,” she says, resisting my hold.
Damn it! Why didn’t I think about that?
“You look gorgeous just like this,” I argue, pulling out the chair for her to sit in.