Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Dev said he’d stick around. He has some ideas for improving our breeding program.”
Silas nodded. “That would be good for him. He’s happy there, and I know you enjoy his company as much as I do.”
“I do. But my point is, maybe the improved breeding program will increase profits enough to hire help.”
He opened his mouth to argue with me but then stopped. “Sure, babe. Sounds good.”
I barked out a laugh. “You ass. That’s not what you really wanted to say.”
He grinned, causing the pillowcase marks to crinkle next to his eye. “No. What I really wanted to say was don’t be stubborn. But I also know we don’t need to decide this now. Anyone looking for a job in Majestic is hopefully already busy helping with the exhibition anyway. We’ll figure it out after things die down later this summer. In the meantime, we’ll need to figure out how to add on to the house. As much as I love the place, I kind of need a place to put my clothes. Running out to the SUV for a change of clothes in summer isn’t too bad, but it would be much less comfortable in winter.”
I leaned in and kissed his mouth before pulling back. “We can move into the big house. Sheridan and Bo moved out.”
His forehead creased in concern. “But you love your little house.”
“I do. But I love you more. Way more.” I imagined living with Silas in the house I grew up in. “But maybe…”
“Maybe what? Tell me.” He reached out to run his fingers through my hair.
I inhaled. “Maybe I do want to spend some of your money after all.”
He snickered. “Ahh. And so it begins. You were after me for my money all this time. You sly minx!”
I shoved him and ended up falling on top of him when his arms stole around me. I kissed him again because his lips were simply too tempting to resist.
“That house has so many memories,” I tried to explain. “And I…”
“Want to make some changes? That’s fine. I think it’s a good idea.”
“I want to make it ours. I don’t want to live in my parents’ house. I want to live in our house.”
Silas’s eyes filled with warm affection. “Our house. I like that. And ZuZu’s. We don’t want her to feel left out.”
“You’d be okay with my sister living with us?”
He frowned. “Of course I would. Where else would she live? She’s family. Would you say no to Camille living with us if we lived in a large farmhouse?”
“Of course not!”
He shot me a told you so look.
“Fine,” I allowed, laying my head on his bare chest. “But she supposedly fixed up the barn apartment for herself. So maybe we need to figure something else out for Dev. I guess he could move into the tiny house.”
Silas’s fingers combed through my hair. “We’ll figure it out. We could also build a new place if you’d prefer that to moving into your parents’ house.”
Daydreaming about a future with Silas was easy. If we hadn’t needed to head to the hospital, I could have spent all morning throwing out ideas with him. Unfortunately, Camille was still lying in a hospital bed, recovering from a gunshot wound. And I knew Silas was itching to get his eyes on her again.
“As fancy as this place is, bet you can’t beat my shower for sheer luxury,” I said, forcing myself off him to start our day.
He simply shot me a knowing look.
And quickly proved me wrong.
The view from his enormous shower was of the entire city, complete with a giant green rectangle that was supposedly Central Park.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, reaching for the wall to keep from feeling dizzy.
Silas’s arms came around me, and I could hear a laugh in his voice. “You won’t fall into the park. The window is solid, I promise.”
“This is why I don’t do much rock climbing,” I admitted. “Not so great with heights.”
He pulled me away from the window wall and held me under one of the jets. “But you taught me how to climb.”
“Pfft. I taught you on the smallest face of Mount Alice. There’s no big drop-off like on Maude. Besides, the climb we did had permanent anchors and a bed of dirt and pine needles at the bottom. The stuff Eden climbs is scary as shit, and sometimes a fall would involve landing on jagged rock. Sometimes she invited me to her competitions, and I couldn’t watch. I’d stand there staring at the ground while pouring sweat and praying.”
Silas busied himself with the shampoo bottle. “If you stay married to me, what will Eden say?”
His question took me by surprise. “I don’t… care? I don’t see how it’s any of her business.” I tried to ease the tension by adding, “Besides, she had her chance.”