Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I’ll find time to swing by here when you’re with your mom,” Theo offered, looking at Yves. “See if she’s in her car watching. Take pictures of her. Note the time. Shit like that, which the cops will need if Coach eventually has to take it to them.”
“Thanks, babe, you’re awesome,” Yves said to Theo.
“If my dad had a creeper, you’d do the same for me,” Theo replied.
“Count on it,” Yves confirmed.
They gave each other looks that made Sah want to gag, and since they had the important shit sorted, he got up and said, “You two have fifteen minutes to feel each other up while I drag my feet and get us more beer. But I’m timing it, so you better do that too. Because I won’t make this offer again if I come back and see something I cannot unsee.”
Theo looked to Yves. “You have the best brother ever.”
Yves did not look to Theo.
He kept his eyes on Sabre and ordered, “Go get the beer.”
Sah shot his baby bro a grin.
Then he seriously dragged his feet getting them beer because he even more seriously did not want to see something he could not unsee.
Hell, he’d been to a party once where he’d caught Manon making out with some dude and it put him off chicks for at least a week.
Also because he was the best brother ever, he got into his phone game.
And gave them twenty minutes.
CHAPTER 16
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Remy
Sunday evening, Remy sat at his piano playing “Clair de lune” while Wyn sat curled into the corner of his couch, reading a book.
On the one hand, he loved this. It was peaceful, and he knew how much Wyn enjoyed his playing, specifically this piece. It was her favorite.
On the other hand, with all their kids gone, the third family supper in a row consumed, and Wyn firmly establishing herself in his life and his home, he’d prefer to be doing other things with his wife.
He watched her lips tip up softly and called, “Good book?”
She looked up at him.
“It is, but I was remembering The Right Stuff.”
Remy didn’t miss a note, even if he remembered that too.
She had to know he did, but she laid it out anyway.
“We watched that movie at your place in New York, and during the fan dance scene, I started crying. You teased me. I said I’d never heard that song and it was the most beautiful song to ever touch my ears. You paused the movie and got right up, went to your piano and played it by memory. I was so impressed I could barely stand myself.”
He kept playing, now smiling, as he reminded her, “I got that, since, when I was done, you tackled me, and we had sex under the piano.”
Her face grew soft. “You had that tiny loft. A bed, a couch, a TV. All of that barely fit because you had a grand piano.”
He did.
Because his mother bought it for him, saying, “Uprights are common, Remy.”
He looked down at his hands moving on the keys.
Wyn kept reminiscing. “So when I moved in, we were totally scrunched.”
That memory was a load better.
Only when he finished the piece did he turn back to her, and this time he did it fully shifting his body on the bench to face her.
“What’s going on with Manon and her guy?” he asked and watched her head tick at the change of topic.
But she went with his flow because she was determined to go with his flow because she was determined to treat him like he was china now that she knew what his childhood had been like.
He loved her sitting right there.
He’d bleed before she was again anywhere but with him.
But that shit was beginning to piss him off.
“She tried to reschedule their date for last night, but he said he had something on. According to Manon, he’s playing games. Apparently, he was upset she cancelled the plans they had Friday night. She said two can dance that tango. So instead of going home yesterday, they stayed until today, because they also had brunch plans for this morning.”
They did stay, with Sabre, oddly, having no qualms falling in with her plans to the point he horned in on Wyn and Manon going shopping yesterday, declaring, “I need new jeans,” when Remy couldn’t remember the last time his oldest son had gone to a mall. This to the point he gave his sister money and a shopping list to do for him for Christmas, and since Manon could happily live in a mall, she had no problem fulfilling his orders.
And because Sah went, Yves went too.
Remy did not. He wanted to give them time with their mom, he had a delivery he needed to be home for, and like his eldest, he hated the mall.
It wasn’t shopping, he just wasn’t a crowd person.