Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
My heart rate increases. “I promise.”
“I mean it, Banana. Sarah told Henn and the guys about my Blabbermouth nickname growing up, and they all made me swear I’d keep my big mouth shut about this. I’m only telling you, in confidence, so you’ll feel assured that Henn is as great a guy as he seems.” She pauses, apparently choosing her words carefully. “Sarah recently found out her employer was doing some shady shit, and then she got really scared because she knew they knew she knew. So, Jonas told Josh the situation, and Josh called Henn, and then we all came to Vegas to meet with Henn and figure out a gameplan to protect Sarah. In the end, Henn was able to hack the bastards and get some dirt on them, which we then turned over to the FBI. And now Sarah is safe and sound and happy as a clam with Jonas, and the whole saga is behind her. Thank God.”
“Oh my gosh. Holy shit, Kat.”
“That’s why Henn went to DC this morning—because the FBI wants him to walk them through all the data we turned over to them.”
“Wow.” I sigh with relief from the depths of my soul. “Thank you so much for telling me that. After the fiasco with Angus, I get paranoid whenever it feels like a guy might be hiding something.”
“I’m sure Henn won’t tell you about any of this. We’re all sworn to secrecy, not only with each other, but with the FBI, too. But that won’t mean Henn is hiding something from you, in a traditional sense. I promise he’s everything he appears to be. In fact, like I said, he’s a hero.”
I put my palm onto my beating heart. “I’m swooning.” My phone buzzes and I look down to find a text from the swoon-inducer himself. “Henn’s ears must be ringing,” I say with a chuckle. “He says he’s landed in DC and couldn’t stop thinking about me during the flight.”
“Send him a bikini selfie and he’ll keep thinking about you, all night long.”
“Let’s take one together. I don’t want it to seem like I’m sexting him this early on.”
Kat shakes her head. “Henn doesn’t need a photo of me wearing dental floss, babe. Let him focus his undivided attention on your glorious tits and smile.”
“Excellent point.”
Kat picks up her phone. “Say, ‘Slip ‘n’ Slide!’”
Laughing, I hold up my drink to the camera and she snaps the shot. And when the photo lands on my screen from Kat, I have to admit, it’s a hot one. I forward it to Henn with the following message:
Me: I can’t stop thinking about you, too. In fact, Kat and I were just talking about you while lounging at the pool with cocktails. Cheers!
Henn: HOLY FUCK!!! YOU’RE HOTTER THAN THE VEGAS SUN!
Henn attaches a string of emojis, including “heart eyes” and flames.
Me: Glad you like it.
Henn: Like it? No. I’m gob-pummeled by it. I’m at the airport and had to face a wall for a minute so nobody would bump into my flagpole that’s suddenly sticking out at full mast.
Me: LOL. Photo, please. Of your face. Actually, of your flagpole, too. In your pants, though.
Henn: Seriously?
Me: It didn’t happen if there’s no photo.
Henn: Okay. But don’t show the pants one to Kat, okay? Or anyone else.
Me: I promise. Same deal on my bikini shot.
Henn: Deal.
A poorly lit selfie of Henn’s face lands on my screen. There are people milling around behind him at a baggage carousel. He looks tired from his long flight. But, damn, his expression makes me laugh. Clearly, he’s intending to show me the face he made when my photo landed on his screen, and it’s absolutely hilarious and adorable.
Two seconds later, a photo of Henn’s pants hits my screen. The crotch area. Where a discernible bulge is poking behind the fabric.
Me: SMOKING HAWT! Send me a smile now, please.
Another photo hits my screen. And there it is. The sweet, warm smile that made my heart go pitter pat throughout dinner.
Me: You’ve got such a lovely smile.
Henn: It’s easy to smile when I think about you.
Me: You make me smile, too. I’m doing it right now, in fact.
Henn: Same. I’d give ANYTHING to be there with you to see you in that bathing suit in person. Hell, I’d give anything to see you in person in a potato sack.
Me: I can’t wait to see you in Seattle.
Henn: Same. I’m already counting the days, even though I don’t know how many it’ll be. I’ve got to run to a meeting now. Have a blast with Kat and send me lots of pics of your shenanigans this week.
Me: Will do. I hope whatever job you’re doing in DC goes well. Bye for now, Peter the Great. XO
Henn: Bye for now, Hannah the Beautiful. The Smoking Hot. The Funny and Smart. Thanks again for the amazing photo. I’ll stare at it all week to keep me company on lonely nights. XX