Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
And given that her doodling hand is now wrapped tightly around me while her soft breaths are heating up my chest, I have no choice but to admit our old man was right.
She needs to know we’re not going anywhere.
That we can adjust some shit to her needs; however, we’re not giving her up.
There’s no for sale sign in her window.
I’d rather be run over by an eighteen-wheeler eighty thousand times than ever even consider not fighting to keep her in our lives.
Not doing whatever I gotta do to keep us together.
I casually tuck one hand behind my head, curl the other protectively around her, and allow myself to close my own eyes for a minute.
She’s not the only one who hasn’t been sleeping.
And she damn sure isn’t the only one who’s been having nightmares, although mine are admittedly about trying to fix vehicles that are damaged beyond all repairs.
Pretty sure the shit is just a metaphor that I don’t need.
I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been passed out when the sound of someone entering the room has my eyes flying open.
Nolan’s small, crooked grin over the sight of us snuggled lights up the space like a pair of high beams, a vision that instantly has me doing the same as I sexily purr, “Welcome home, Sir.”
“I like this welcome.” His arms fold firmly over his dress shirt at the same time the corners of his lips curl higher. “I’d like it even more if you were both naked…or if Rabbit were holding me an ice-cold beer.”
There’s no miss of a beat to her lifting the arm that’s around me to flash him her middle finger proving yet again, our woman’s still in there.
She just needs a bit of a restoration job.
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