Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
She looks at me, and I see her eyes twinkle. "I’m really, really glad I mailed it to you." She winks at me, and I gasp. "I knew that if he saw you, it would change his mind."
"What if I didn’t come?" I ask her.
"I would have had to fake a heart attack," she says, getting up. "Now I’m going to go home and celebrate having my son back." She stops next to me. "And getting a new daughter."
I hug her, and then she walks out of the house, leaving me all alone. Walking over to the fridge, I open it to put the leftovers in it and spot a new jug of milk. "Oh, well played," I say to the empty room. "Well freaking played."
I finish cleaning the kitchen when I hear his car come back. He walks in with two jugs of milk. "Did everyone leave?" he asks, and I nod my head at him. He pulls open the fridge and then spots the milk. "She played me."
"That she did." I laugh and lean against the counter. "That she did."
"What did she tell you?" he asks when he leans against his side of the counter.
"None of your business," I scoff at him. "I didn’t ask you what happened with my parents."
"I was too busy celebrating the fact I didn’t get shot,” he jokes, then looks at me. "I have to talk to you about something."
"What?" I ask nervously, standing straight up.
"Well, I was talking to my partners today," he starts saying. "And we were discussing bringing another vet in." My eyebrows shoot up.
"Just like that, out of the blue." I fold my arms over my chest, looking at him and seeing that he’s lying.
"I mean, I did mention to them that you were moving in with me after I took back the offer for them to buy me out," he confesses, and I shake my head. "And I did mention that you were way better than me." He comes to me and pulls me to him. "And I also said you would only do it if we would be able to have the same shifts."
"I have no words," I say.
"Good, you start in two weeks." He kisses my lips. "Now, can we go and celebrate you moving in with me?” He picks me up and then stops when he gets to the stairs. "Shit," he says. "We don’t have a bed."
"What do you mean you don’t have a bed?" I ask, shocked.
"I assumed that you were bringing yours," he says, and I wiggle down.
"Why the hell did you assume that?" I shriek at him.
"You." He points at me. "You always said how much you love your bed, so I assumed you would bring it with you."
"Did I once say, hey, I’m bringing my bed?" I yell at him. "Not once."
"Let’s go," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the house. He locks the door, and I don’t even ask him questions. Assuming that we’ll be going to a hotel and I’m suddenly so pissed at him. I sit in the car stewing mad at his idiotness when I see us pull up to the place where we spent his wedding night.
"What the hell are we doing here?" I ask, looking over at him. "Did you even get a reservation?"
"Don’t need one." He opens the door and steps out, and before I have a chance to open my own door, he’s there, pulling it open for me to step out.
"I don’t think you can just show up when you want to," I grumble when I get out of the car, and he fishes keys out of his glove box. I look around, seeing that it’s as dark as it was that night, if not darker, since there are no lights on in the house. "I think we are trespassing."
He closes the box and then the car door. "No trespassing," he says before walking up the steps. "This is my house." I look at him with my mouth hanging open. "Bought it four years ago when I moved back." He unlocks the door. "It reminded me of you."
"You bought this house?" I point at the house. "Because it reminded you of me, and you were going to spend your wedding night in it?" I glare at him.
"That was never going to happen," he tells me. "She didn’t even know about this house. The only ones who knew about it were my sisters and my mother." He pushes open the door.
"I have no words for you, Travis," I say, both shocked and lovestruck.
"I have three words for you," he says. "Welcome home, Harlow."
Chapter 29
Travis
"Would you stop calling me?" I hiss into the phone when I pick it up. Looking over my shoulder, I see if Harlow is there. It’s a bit past noon, and I know she’ll be up any minute now.