Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Hey, Zoe,” I say, smiling, “am I catching you at a bad time?”
“Never,” she replies. “What’s up?”
I take a deep breath in and exhale slowly. “I need your help.”
“Anything.” She doesn’t even stop to think. “What can I do to help?”
I close my eyes when I say the words. “I’m thinking of selling my house.”
“Oh my,” she says softly.
“Actually, I’ve decided I want to sell my house.” I laugh nervously. “And I want to buy a new one.”
“That’s a big step.” I don’t know why I was nervous to call her. Maybe it’s because I finally made the decision last week. It was a strange one really. I sat down on the couch in Dr. Mendes’s office, and I just blurted it out, “I think I want to sell my house.” I didn’t even know that it was on my mind until the words came out of my mouth.
“It is,” I agree with her, “but with the three of us. This is a lot more room than we need. I don’t use the basement really, so all that space is wasted. Plus, it’s a lot of work to maintain such a big house on my own.”
“What do you think you are looking for?” she asks, and I hear her shuffling papers around.
“I want to stay in the same neighborhood if I can, but chances are I won’t be able to,” I state sadly. “I want four bedrooms for sure. A kitchen with a great room right off it is really a must.”
“It’s almost what you have now, but way smaller.” She chuckles.
“I don’t need a seven-bedroom house.” I laugh. “The playroom is nice, but it’s not something they always use. As of right now anyway, when they get older and become teenagers, I’m sure their needs will change.”
“Okay, why don’t I work on this and see what I come up with, and then we can go from there. I don’t think it’ll be a problem to sell your house. It’s in the top neighborhood with a great school district.”
“That’s good news.”
“Let me see what I can pull up, and we can go from there.” Her voice is cheerful. “We are going to get you that house.”
“Thank you.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, and, Zoe, if it isn’t too much to ask if you could maybe not say anything to—”
“My lips are sealed, as always.” She doesn’t even make me skip a beat. I mean it’s not like I’m not going to tell Christopher; it’s just I don’t want him to think it’s because of him.
“Amazing. I’ll look for your email.”
“You should get one by tonight,” she assures me before we disconnect.
I look down at the phone. “One down, one to go,” I say before I pull up Christopher’s name.
Me: Hey, can you call me when you get a chance?
I press send, not sure if he’s in practice or not. So I fire up my computer, taking a sip of my coffee when the phone rings and I see it’s him. But of course he doesn’t call me, nope, he’s a FaceTime guy.
“Hello there.” I smile as soon as I answer it, his face filling the screen, and I can see he’s in his gym.
“Hello to you,” he replies and his smile does all types of things to me. “What’s up, baby?”
It’s been two weeks since our first official date. I want to say we’ve been on another one, but he’s been on the road for a week and then add in the kids and, well, it hasn’t been easy. That isn’t to say we haven’t had any make-out sessions. Yesterday morning after I dropped the kids off at school, I swung by his house to say hello, and I literally jumped his bones in his entranceway. Then there were a couple of hot-and-heavy parking lot make-out sessions when he met me at the grocery store, and another when I was in the Target parking lot. I even forgot why I was there.
“Are you busy for dinner?” I smile as I ask.
“Not for you. Why?”
“No reason. The girls want you to come over and Rain has something that she wants to talk to you about.”
“I’m off today, so how about I swing by before you get them at school and we can go together?”
I tap my finger on the desk. “Stop thinking that.”
“What do you mean?” I ask and he laughs.
“It’s the look like you would do dirty things to me, and I’m thinking of doing the same dirty things to you. So now I’m riding my bike with a hard-on.”
I can’t help but giggle. “How did you know that was what I was thinking?”
“Your eyes get this glaze over them. It’s going to be amazing to see what happens when I sink my cock into you.”
“Oh my God,” I moan, “pick me up at three.”