Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Lucky lady. That’s as special as it gets.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“Mr. Hawthorne said he’ll be waiting for you outside.”
“Okay.” I ran my gloved hands down my coat now that there was some unexpected nervousness trickling in. “Thank you, Steve. I’ll see you later?”
“I’ll be right here. Have fun.”
Saying a quick goodbye to the kind doorman who had become my friend, I walked out onto the street. It had started snowing again, adding to the snow- and slush-covered sidewalks. I looked up at the skies and closed my eyes, little snowflakes melting on my face, tickling me. I smiled. I felt so giddy and free. I looked around to find Jack and he was right there, on the left side of the building. He leaned against his car, right next to Raymond, studying me.
My heart soared at the sight of him, as it always did lately, and I truly felt like I hadn’t ever felt any happier in my life. I couldn’t help myself—I ran to his side just as he became alert and straightened up. He said something to Raymond and after nodding at Jack, Raymond opened his door and got into the driver’s seat, leaving Jack to me.
I stopped right in front of him, just a tad out of breath.
He pushed my bangs out of my eyes, the tips of his fingers gently trailing the contours of my face. “You aren’t supposed to run, Rose.”
I moved my head up and down, and he sighed as I grinned. “So?”
“What am I gonna do with you?”
I shrugged. “Keep me?”
He reached for my beret and fixed it on my head then, with his hands cupping my face, he leaned down and kissed me. His hands were warm on my cheeks, his lips even warmer and more addictive. I grabbed his wrists to hold him there just a little longer. When we’d had a taste of each other, not enough of a taste but a small sample, he pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said with all the seriousness in the world.
And I think I love you, I wanted to say, but instead I gave him my biggest smile.
His laughter was everything to me. My eyes and heart warmed just looking at him.
He was all mine.
“Get in the car.”
I repeated his own words back to him: “Always ordering me around.”
He gave me a blank look with an arched eyebrow and I smiled sweetly. He opened the door and slid in right after me. I rarely sat on the other end anymore. Usually, he wanted me to be right next to him, and what do you know, so did I. At that moment, my thigh was resting against his. We were sitting that close, and I couldn’t have been any happier.
I shivered a little once he closed the door, and I ran my hands up and down my arms. “It’s really cold tonight.”
One at a time, he picked up my gloved hands and rubbed them between his own.
Oh, I really wanted to keep him.
The car ride didn’t take long, and when we were dropped off in front of the cutest little Italian restaurant, I was pleasantly surprised. To be honest, I hadn’t been looking forward to heading to a crowded, fancy place. This place, however, was anything but fancy. Jack had my hand in his as we walked down two steps to enter the restaurant. All the cute little tables had those red checkered tablecloths, every table that was occupied had two small candles burning on it, and I couldn’t wait to get my own candles. Jack talked to the woman who came forward to greet us, and she took us to one of the tables right in front of the big window. At the table right next to us sat a grandpa and his grandson, and they were biting into their first slices of pizza.
I could hear my stomach growling. I took off my gloves first then my beret and my scarf, and then finally my coat. Jack was in the process of pulling my chair back when he stopped moving. I pressed my lips flat and tried to keep in my smile. He cleared his throat and came unstuck. I sat down, and he took his spot across from me.
He looked at me for a long moment before he let out a long breath. “You take my breath away, Rose Hawthorne.”
Whoosh—there went my own breath. That was as real and as perfect as it got. “Is this one of those times?”
“Yes.”
Clearing my throat, I leaned my elbows on the table and rested my head on my hands. “That’s a good start. Keep going.”
He smiled then his eyes slowly dropped to my boobs.
Finally!
“I thought I told you to cover yourself up, head to toe.”