Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
The apartment smells like burnt grilled cheese. Indie sets my plate on the table. I think there are figs on it too.
I pull her into my body for a long kiss because … first things first.
She grins. “Mmm … I missed you.”
“What did the attorney want?” I take a seat at the table.
Sitting across from me, she sips her water. “He said money and property were put into a trust for me. Ruthie left it for me, but I wasn’t supposed to get it until Fletcher died. I knew nothing about it. Did you?”
I shake my head, taking a bite of the sandwich. Yep, there are figs on it. I love this woman so hard.
“It’s only a hundred acres.”
I cough. “Indie, a hundred acres is a nice chunk of land.”
She frowns, picking at the crust of her sandwich. “I don’t really want to take it. I don’t want anything that was his.”
I wipe my mouth. “I was his.”
“Milo …”
“It’s true. And maybe that land wasn’t his. If Ruthie left it to you, it might have been hers.”
“How?”
“Her grandparents used to own land. Maybe they left it to her. Did you ask your grandma?”
She twists her lips. “No. Maybe you’re right.”
My phone vibrates, and I pull it from my pocket.
Rae: If you ever cared about me, you’ll tell me if I should continue looking for my father. You’ll let me know what Fletcher did with him. You’ll give me closure.
“Who’s that?”
I shake my head. “Nobody.” Sliding the phone into my pocket, I take another bite of the sandwich, but it’s hard to chew because I’ve lost my appetite.
Indie doesn’t hide her distrust nor does she question me further. “I’m thinking bees.”
“Bees?”
“Ruthie had a few beehives, and Micah helped her with them. I’d like to have bees. And grow flowers. Fig trees. Maybe I could sell them. Chickens. Goats. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a lot of work. I think you’ll need to hire help.”
She nods. “I think I need a guy who looks sinfully sexy in chaps.”
“I don’t think chaps are required to make honey, honey.”
“I’m getting turned on. Why don’t you put on chaps … only chaps, and I’ll grab some honey.”
I chuckle. “That’s a little tempting but also a little weird. If it doesn’t go as planned, we won’t be able to look each other in the eye anymore. Do we want to risk it?”
Indie’s giggles fill the room.
I lean forward. “You have cheese on your face.”
She touches her chin while I open the other half of her sandwich and smear the cheese all over it.
“Milo!” She bats at my hand. Then she dives across the table to reciprocate with what cheese is left on the bread.
After she swipes it across my face, I grab her wrist and suck the cheese off her fingers.
Her grin fades into something more serious—the look she gives me when she’s turned on.
Our mouths lock together.
The plates get knocked onto the floor, cracking into pieces. I lift her onto the table. Our kiss is hard and deep. Her adept fingers remove my belt and unbutton my pants in record time.
I groan when her hand wraps around me. My hands snag the hem of her sundress, drawing it up her body and tossing it onto the floor with the broken dishes.
“Yesss …” She yanks at my hair when my mouth covers her breast.
Her body reclines onto the table, cheese on her face. She’s never looked sexier.
I grin, peeling her panties down her legs.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself.” She bites her lip, resting her heels on the table's edge.
I chuckle, slowly shaking my head. “I’m not proud … yet.” I guide her knees apart. “But I’m getting there.”
“Miiilooo …” Her body arches from the table, and it drives me out of my mind to see her wanting me this much. Am I deserving of Indiana? Probably not. I hope she never figures that out.
“In … inside me, baby …” Her fingers tug at my hair.
“Bedroom?” I mumble, dragging my lips up her body while sliding two fingers into her.
She gasps, eyelids heavy, face tense. “Here. N-now.”
“Now?” I remove my fingers.
Her eyes peel open, gaze on my cock pressed between her legs. She lifts her hips. “Don’t tease me.”
I grin.
She scowls.
Then I fill her in one hard thrust.
By the time she announces her orgasm to the neighbors … the table’s halfway across the room, butted up to the sofa. I’m afraid one of the legs has a crack.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, sauntering my naked ass toward the bathroom. “Coming?”
“Be there in a sec,” she says with a giggle, using a napkin to wipe cheese from her face and breasts.
She doesn’t join me in the shower. So after I finish, I wrap a towel around my waist and check on her.
“Rae called,” she says in a barely audible voice while sitting cross-legged on the sofa, head tipped to my phone screen. “She told me to tell you to check your messages.” Indie looks up at me. “She said she was sorry she missed the funeral—she was too busy looking for her father.”