Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I sent Milo to pick up Kirby from school a handful of times. Obviously, he chatted up the moms, or at least the mom standing next to him.
“I need to get back to my friends.” Lina points to a table of five women. “We’re in town for a girls’ week.”
Milo shoots her a smile. “I’ll send over a bottle of champagne for the table. I hope you enjoy your time in New York.”
She steps toward my brother until their hands are almost brushing. “I’d enjoy it more if you’d give me your number. I’m sure there are a few sights in this city I haven’t seen yet.”
He cocks a brow before he leans down close enough that I swear he’s about to kiss her. “I’ll call Gerry, so when you’re back in the city with your husband, I can book you two seats on one of the sightseeing tours. You’ll want to dress warm for that, Lina. The wind whips right through the open upper deck of those buses.”
An audible huff leaves her lips before she heads back to her table.
“She wanted to fuck me,” he tells me something I already know.
I huff out a laugh. “You think?”
He shoots me a smile. “Married women are a hard no for me.”
“Good.”
“You had no clue who she was when you walked over here, did you?” He pats my shoulder. “You covered that well, Rook.”
I glance at where Lina is sitting with her friends. “Her husband is my client. I’ve only met her a couple of times.”
“She’s not the type to leave a lasting impression.”
He’s right. She’s not.
“You remembered her,” I point out.
“I remembered that her husband is worth more than a billion.” He smirks. “When you’re looking for investors, you always know where to find the big fish.”
I’m not surprised by that.
My brother has always chased after what he wants, including finding people with fortunes to help fund his dreams.
“You know I can’t give you Gerry’s number,” I point out. “You threatened Lina with that, but that whole lawyer client confidentiality…”
“I have his number,” he interrupts me. “He gave it to me during school pick-up one day. He’s always looking for a promising investment opportunity, so I’ll touch base with him when I’m ready to launch the next Thorsen Tech product.”
I grab his hand and shake it. “You’re an impressive little son-of-a-bitch.”
He takes me in for a side hug. “Little? I’m at least half an inch taller than you, and I’ve got a solid ten pounds of muscle on you.”
“Doubtful.” I pull back. “Are you ready to eat?”
“I’m starving,” he confesses. “Let’s sit so you can tell me all about your boring ass day.”
The bulk of it may have been boring, but seeing Carrie before I got here was anything but.
Her eyes flared when I told her that her secret is safe with me. I meant it, and as soon as I get a minute alone with her, I’ll repeat what I said at the wedding.
I want to be her first lover.
I know I’ll give her an experience neither of us will ever forget.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Carrie
I take the plunge and ask the question that has been nagging at me since I woke up this morning. “Is Rook planning on stopping by to help out?”
Posey’s head snaps in my direction. “I think he’s hanging out with his daughter today, so I’m guessing no.”
I nod as a twinge of disappointment tugs at me. A sense of relief overshadows it, though, since I want Rook to forget about what happened at the wedding.
It’s late Saturday morning, and since Posey has been hard at work on the mural for a few days, it’s becoming more vibrant with each moment that passes.
I was up at my regular time of five this morning.
Instead of stepping into the shower the way I usually do, I took a walk. This part of the city is breathtaking, and as I walked along Central Park West, I gazed into the park at the majesty of the trees and the rich history that can be found beyond that.
Living in Brooklyn is a treat, but being here, in the epicenter of the city I work in, feels like a different world.
After a short detour to Columbus Ave, I picked up a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese before I came back to feed Cindy.
Once I showered, I tugged on a pair of button-fly faded jeans and a green T-shirt that bears the logo of the company I work for.
I decided on comfort and convenience since I knew I’d be lending Posey a hand with painting today. She’s the one being paid for her work on it, but when I visit Abby and the baby, I want to glance at the mural and know that I contributed to it, too, even if I’m not a true artist like Posey.