Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Something about a woman losing her shit, threatening to leave, puts life into perspective. And Jesus, Parker, you’re just three months older than me. Though, you do look it too, old fucker,” I respond. He knew about my aversion to labels, how I didn’t feel like I’d ever bring enough to the table to make a woman feel like she was truly and deeply loved. Now, that’s changing. The only thing I need to do is tell Millie how I feel, but one thing at a time first.
“We’ll see who’s knocking whom around in the ring this weekend and who’s feeling their age,” Parker responds, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Not sure who wins what. Millie has no problem fussing or taking care of me after a few of your hits.” The last time, she kissed each wound, then got on her knees and gave me something else.
“Okay, that’s enough of that shit. Tell me why I’m here at the ass crack of dawn when I could still be in bed with Nessa.”
“She back to working nights?” That’s the only reason she’d be in bed still. She and Millie have no problem getting up and moving when it’s called for, especially on a trip to the market any given Saturday morning.
“Yes, it doesn’t matter that we donated the bulk of the money to the new wing at her hospital. She refuses to let me play favorites and get her on days only. It’s fucking with her sleep schedule and mine. My only hope is that soon, she’ll be pregnant. That’s the only thing that will ever slow her down,” Parker admits without any kind of guilt. Unlike me, who was ready to walk away from Millie on the off-chance I was ruining her future because I didn’t want a child. Mom is right. Boy, would she love to hear my inner thoughts right about now. People do change, and I am one of them.
“Well, I guess I’ll tell you why I brought you in here.” I take a sip of my coffee, ignoring the emails that keep pinging with a notification every two seconds.
“About fucking time.”
“Millie came to me last night, asking for help. I know we don’t usually use our business resources for personal matters. As you know, she’s trying to buy Books and Brews. Her banker let her know yesterday that the financials were good, the loan is secure. Even if she wouldn’t take my money,” I grumble.
“Nessa and Millie could be sisters with the way they are about money, independent to a fault.”
“Just like our mother,” we say at the same time.
“Exactly. The problem is, the bank can’t get ahold of Bonnie and Chad, the owners. Millie asked if I could find out where they were, worried they’re ignoring her and the bank so they can keep paying her a shit wage and reaping the rewards.” I tack on the last of it; those weren’t her true words, but they were close enough, and it’s the damn truth, too.
“So, get to work. We’re not billionaires because we sat on our asses. Call our private investigator, figure out where they are, and go from there. I don’t give two shits that you’re mixing business with pleasure. Theo and Boston wouldn’t either, which means this meeting you asked me here for was for shits and giggles. Tell me the real reason I’m here.” Leave it to Parker—no holds barred, getting down to the nitty gritty.
“I want Millie to move in with me.” Parker is slouched in his chair, an ankle over his knee and a shit-eating grin glued to his face.
“And? Does Millie not want to do that?” he asks.
“I haven’t asked her yet.” Sweat drenches my back, and it’s not like Parker is Millie. I’ve got nothing to worry about when it comes to my brother. No judgment, only love for one another.
“Even if she says no, move her in anyways. A few phones calls, a moving company, and then she’s moved in,” Parker suggests.
“Now, that’s an idea I haven’t thought about.” She’d be pissed, but it’d be worth it, and I could fuck the anger out of her.
“There you go. Thanks for the coffee. I’m going to grab a few things from my assistant, go home, and wake my woman up. I never would have thought I’d be giving out relationship advice, yet here I fucking am.”
“Anytime, and thanks, Parker.” My brother can be an asshole. Down to the heart of him, though, he’s a good guy.
“Yep, see you later. I hear the girls are going out Saturday. Poker at your house?” Millie mentioned that she and Nessa haven’t gone out in a while, so the two of them made plans to rectify that.
“That works. I’m sending them with Robert. We won’t have to worry about a taxi or hired driver.” Parker grumbles. I’m annoyed, too, not understanding why they can’t do something at one of our places