Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I stepped inside the house and listened for the lawn mower to start back up or perhaps his truck. Neither happened.
When the door behind me opened, I turned around to see Saul standing there in his sweaty white tank, faded jeans and the cowboy hat he had been wearing in his hand.
“I didn’t cut the grass the last time for your gran and I’m not doing it for her this time,” he said.
I waited. He was talking. I was afraid if I started talking, he would stop. Possibly leave.
“I did it for you then and I’m doing it for you now.”
“Why?” I asked, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
A half-smile touched his lips. “Because I love you. Pretty damn sure I’ve been in love with you since the first week.”
“You just left me,” I said, as my voice cracked from the well of emotion building inside me.
“Yeah, I did. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never been that vulnerable. Until that moment, I have never been so fucking terrified. I realized you could destroy me in a way I was unfamiliar with. I didn’t want anyone to have that power. So I left. I thought it would go away. This,” he paused and let out a hard laugh. “This overpowering need I have for you. To be near you, to touch you, to see you.” He took a step toward me. “It didn’t. Not for a moment. I’ve been lost. I can’t do this life without you and I was just fucking fine before you came, Henley. I didn’t feel much at all. But I do now. I feel too goddamn much.”
“You love me,” I said it, wanting him to say it again. To be sure.
“More than I thought was possible,” he replied.
I closed the distance between us and threw myself into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms came around me tightly.
“This better fucking mean you love me too,” he said as he buried his face in my hair.
I nodded my head against his chest and a sob escaped with a laugh.
“Say it,” he said. “I need to hear it.”
I lifted my head from his chest and looked up into his eyes. The ones I had been dreaming about in my sleep. “I love you, Saul Hendrix.”
He closed his eyes for a minute. “That’s good,” he said then his lips met mine.
Loving Saul would always have its bumps. I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I knew living without him was something I never wanted to do. With him, I was complete.
“Come back to my house. I’ll finish the yard later,” he said.
“Okay,” I agreed and then fear hit me that this could be a dream. It would make more sense if it were just a dream. I held tightly onto Saul’s arms afraid at any moment my eyes would open.
“What if I’m dreaming?” I asked softly, as if talking too loud would wake me up.
“You’re not,” he said and kissed my forehead.
“If it’s a dream then you would say that. I would want you to and so you would.”
He chuckled. “If it’s a dream then it’s about to have a naughty turn because I’m about to lock you in my bedroom with me and not let you out for days.”
I looked around the room to make sure it looked normal. “Everything looks normal,” I whispered.
“Henley, you’re not dreaming,” he assured me.
I gazed back up at him. “How can you be so sure?”
He leaned down and kissed me softly. It was sweet and wonderful and-
“OH!” I yelped, jerking away from him. “You just bit my lip!”
He grinned wickedly. “And you felt it. Which means you’re awake.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling. “You could have just pinched me,” I told him.
“If I have an excuse to put my mouth on any part of your body, I’m going to take it. Every damn time,” he replied.
A laugh bubbled out of me as I stared up into his baby blue eyes.
Our story wasn’t over. It was just beginning.
Epilogue
In the spring of 2018, Lily went on a binge and was gone for two weeks. When Saul found her, she was in a run-down trailer in Mississippi. She was high, soiled, and worse than he had ever seen her. Six weeks later, while at a doctor’s appointment, she was told she was pregnant. She didn’t know who the father was because there had been too many men in and out of the place she had been staying and she had been messed up on drugs the entire time.
Lily had planned to have an abortion, but Gran talked her out of it. She told Lily about a young couple at her church that had recently been told they’d never have children of their own. Lily was a high-risk pregnancy with her past drug use and her age. There were many things that could have been wrong with the baby.