Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
“They make a shed with a garage?”
“Oh yes. Isaac even has the color picked out. Red.”
“How much does Isaac’s cost?”
“Around twenty thousand. I would go for Silas’s. The one he wants is four.”
“Thousand?”
Ginny laughed. “Yes, thousand.”
“Which one do you want?”
“The one I already bought. Just don’t tell my brothers. It’ll ruin their day.”
Gavin stopped in his tracks. “I was going to pay for it.”
“You can pay for the inside when we get the outside done. The lumber and the shed, I’ve already taken care of. I’ve been saving for this house since I was a little girl. I didn’t know how much lumber to order, so if it goes beyond what I arranged for, let me know and I’ll transfer more money.”
“I’ll take care of it if the price exceeds what you paid.”
“Perhaps I should go.” Ginny stubbornly raised her chin again at him. “I can reschedule my appointment. Of course, we won’t be having anymore sex until I see Dr. Price.”
“I can take care of it, and you can pay me back if it exceeds what you prepaid.”
“I good with that. We should be going. Trudy and Dalton will be at the club in twenty minutes.”
“We’ll meet you at the lumber store. We’re going to take Silas’s truck,” Isaac shouted out as they went ahead of them.
“Seriously, I can take care of it.”
“Seriously, so can I.”
Ginny waved at her brothers as Silas backed his truck out of the driveway.
Going to the side door of Viper’s SUV, she reached out to open the door, but Gavin beat her. Getting inside, she buckled her seat belt as he got in the driver’s seat. Expecting him to back up, she looked over to him to find him staring at her.
“I like babies.”
Her insides melted like a chocolate bar and marshmallows on a s’more.
“You do?”
“I’m not getting any younger, as you pointed out.”
With her good hand, she caressed his arm. “I was teasing you.”
He nodded, staring ahead out of the windshield. “There really isn’t a need to worry about birth control if we’re ready to have a baby.”
“I’m not ready, Gavin.”
Gavin nodded again, still not looking at her. “When do you think you’ll be ready? A year or two.”
“When I’m married for real,” she emphasized, removing her hand. “We need to go. I don’t want to be late. Ginny didn’t see that happening any time in the near future, unless he was willing to ask Pastor Dean to marry her. All of the women who went to their church received his permission before the vows were spoken.
The Pastor would determine the man’s commitment to the woman, and unless the male was able to prove he would be a dedicated, faithful, and ready to be both, Pastor Dean withheld his permission. It allowed the man time to make sure marriage was what he really wanted. Ginny had faith in Pastor Dean and knew he was holding this power to help the couple from making an egregious mistake. If Gavin received Pastor’s Dean permission, she would trust he really wanted to marry her.
The ride back to the club was chilly.
Turning the radio on, Ginny tried to rock out to her favorite song. Gavin turned it off. “I was listening to that,” she protested.
“The radio is off limits until you admit we’re already married.”
“You’re joking?”
“No. No more music.”
She was still gaping at him when they pulled into the club parking lot.
“You’re such a jerk.” Unbuckling her seat belt, she started to reach for the door handle.
“Maybe so, but you love me, anyway.”
The big jerk knew she would cut her tongue out before she would deny her feelings for him.
“Yes, I do.” Leaning across the console, Ginny pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I’ll call you when I get back to the club. Do you want me to bring you a bag of burgers?”
“No. Your brothers and I will grab something while we’re out.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll get the door.” Gavin gave her a hard look when she would have reached for the door handle.
Waiting for him to open the door, she gave him another kiss once she was outside.
“Toot a loo,” she wisecracked to Gavin. She waved to Dalton and Trudy as they pulled into the parking lot, giving a low whistle when she got a better look at the gorgeous car.
“I like.” Ginny admired the sleek car appreciably. “What kind of car is that?” she asked Gavin.
“A Bugatti.”
“How much you want to bet Dalton doesn’t let Trudy drive that bad boy?”
“I bet he does,” Gavin contradicted her.
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah. No car, regardless of how expensive it is, compares to what they have in their possession.”
Ginny started to get angry. “Do you mean, because she’s pregnant with his baby?”
“No.”
“Then what does she have?”
“His balls.”
Chapter Forty
Sitting on the bed, Ginny listened to the news on the television as she painted her toenails. Satisfied with the color, she began painting the other foot. Lifting her gaze, she saw Gavin and Suki coming into the bedroom.