Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Harrison continues to ask me to marry him—or remarry him—almost daily. I’ve come to expect it, actually, at some point during the day. Sometimes it’s over breakfast or right before I drift off to sleep, while other times it’s through text. No, he knows I won’t actually agree to remarry him via text message, but he’s making a point. He won’t stop asking until I finally say yes.
Today is my twelve-week appointment. Last night, over chicken Parmesan, we agreed to tell our families after today’s appointment, so I’m doubly excited. Harrison is meeting me at the doctor’s office since his workdays are busy with the gym. The west expansion in Dalton is almost ready, which means he’ll work long hours as he helps train staff and gets everything ready for the grand opening. Chase has been a big help, doing a lot of the heavy lifting during the day, but now they’re to the point where they need Harrison on-site more.
The crazy part is, now that the newer site of All Fit is nearly ready and the southern location in Lakeview is rolling full-steam ahead, another location to the north has presented itself as a golden opportunity. That’s four total All Fits. When Chase brought it to Harrison last week, his first reaction was no. He didn’t want to take on another project, especially with the baby on the way, even though that was his master plan all along. But we sat down and talked about the opportunity, which is a solid investment. It’s another old gym. The guts are there, but it’s in desperate need of rehab. I agree with Chase that it’s a great fit for them. The problem is, with Chase running the Dalton location that opens soon and still overseeing the Lakeview site, that leaves Harrison to have to refurbish the new location in Porter. Sure, Chase will be available to help, but his focus will be on the other two sites. That means this one will be mostly Harrison.
“Gwendolyn.” My name is called, pulling me from my thoughts.
I glance around, realizing Harrison isn’t here yet. As I approach the door, I say, “I’m expecting someone.”
The nurse isn’t the same as the one from my first appointment, which leaves me feeling a little relieved. “Okay. As soon as they arrive, I’ll escort them to your room.”
“Thank you,” I state, following her down the short hallway. We stop at the scale for a quick weight and blood pressure check, and then she hands me the small plastic cup. I know the drill at this point. Once I’ve peed in the cup and left my sample, I make my way back to my room, where I find Harrison waiting.
“Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes quickly, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.
“It’s okay. You’re here now,” I remind him, reveling in the feel of his arms and scent surrounding me.
“My conference call went longer than expected, and Gina is still learning the ropes. I told her to interrupt when it was time for me to leave, but she didn’t.”
“I’m sure it’s difficult for her to know when to interrupt and when not to,” I tell him, pulling myself from his arms and taking a seat on the table.
“I get it,” he starts, running his hand through his hair. “But I told her to interrupt me. Anything to do with you comes first.”
Even though it makes me smile on the inside, I don’t let it spread across my lips. “I get that, Harrison, but when you’re there, you have to focus on work. You have a lot to do now that you’re purchasing that fourth location,” I remind him.
His eyes bore into me with that same focus and determination that I’ve always loved and admired. “You. Come. First.”
My heart skips around in my chest, the same way it always has when he’s demonstrating his possessive side. Harrison has always let me be my own person, but he’s not afraid to show me (or in this case, tell me) that I come above everything else. Well, except for when I didn’t, but we’re not going there, not reliving the mistakes we made the first time around. Then my mind flits to the fact that I always, and I do mean always, come first, if you know what I mean. Sometimes more than once. I can feel the flush spreading up my neck and burning my cheeks.
He seems to notice immediately, his laser-sharp focus drinking me in and reading my dirty thoughts. The corner of his lip turns upward as he slowly moves closer, never taking his eyes off mine. That warm blush turns into a full-fledged inferno as blood and heat roars through my veins. “Care to share what has you all flushed?” he whispers, his larger body caging me to the table.