Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Giving me a smile, she sat down on the barstool and looked around me to see what was cooking while I stood there, stunned.
Chuckling, she asked, “Did you find food?”
“What. In. The. Hell. Are. You. Wearing?” I asked slowly.
Looking down at her shirt, Harmony smiled an evil smile. “My favorite baseball team, the Yankees.”
Dropping my mouth open, I let the spatula fall from my hand as I took a few steps back while I covered my heart.
“That’s blasphemy. What…why…how?” I couldn’t even form a sentence.
Tilting her head, Harmony rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys.”
Remembering the eggs, I picked up the spatula, turned and moved them around in the pan before they burned. “What exactly is one of those guys?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.
Scrunching her nose in the most adorable way, she shrugged her shoulders. “You know. The gung-ho, crazy-for-the-Boston-Red-Sox, doesn’t-change-his-socks-for-fear-the-team-will-lose guy.” Shaking her head, she laughed. I didn’t dare tell her my lucky socks had not been washed or changed since the beginning of the season.
Letting out a nervous laugh, I rolled my eyes. “No. I’m not one of those guys.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Harmony said, “Good. ’Cause I can’t stand those guys. Especially the Irish ones. Oh. My. God. They are the worst. With the way they take their sports so seriously. Good Lord.”
I made a mental note to myself not to tell Harmony I was fifty percent Irish, even though my mother insisted it was more like sixty. I also made a note not to tell her that my dream was to own an Irish pub someday. Sherry hated it when I talked about owning a pub. She made sure to let me know it was beneath her to be married to someone who owned a bar.
“Preston? Are you okay? You’re lost in thought.”
Giving her a quick smile, I nodded. “Yep. Totally fine. Now, if you would please get out two plates and two glasses, I have our breakfast.”
Standing, Harmony laughed as she made her way over and took out two plates. “No way you found enough food to feed us both!”
Once she set the plates down, I halved the eggs onto her plate and mine. Setting the frying pan back on the stove, I grabbed two small boxes of orange juice and opened them up and poured them into the glasses. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds when Harmony looked at me. For the first time since I’d known her, I saw happiness there.
Sliding her plate in front of her, along with the orange juice, I smiled. “Looks like I won, Ms. Banks. I know exactly what we’ll do today. Dress casual, it will be a long day.”
Stopping her fork before it went into her mouth, Harmony frowned. “What?”
“Your bet. You said if I found food, you’d spend the entire day doing what I wanted to do.”
“Are you sure I said that?” Harmony said with a wink.
Taking a bite of my eggs, I chewed as I looked up and thought hard about what the bet was. “Yep. It was a challenge and I won.”
Smiling a smile that left me breathless, Harmony shook her head. “Is that so? And if I refuse?”
Taking another bite and swallowing it, I pouted. “Would you really refuse me after I helped you undress last night?”
Harmony’s mouth dropped open and a beautiful shade of red swept across her cheeks. “How embarrassing.”
“Then it’s a date.”
Narrowing her left eye at me, she shook her head. “Not a date. Two friends just hanging out.”
Lifting my hands up in surrender, I said, “That’s what I said. Two friends. Hanging out.”
She was chewing on her lower lip, and I saw the mask coming back up. “Harmony, please. Just spend the day with me. I can’t bear the idea of going back to my place and seeing Sherry packing up.”
“Sherry broke up with you?”
Shit. That piece of information I didn’t want to talk about just yet. “Well…um…I kind of…I kind of broke up with Sherry. Last night. After you puked.”
Slapping her hands over her mouth, Harmony’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t even thinking of Sherry last night when I asked you to stay. Oh, Preston, if I somehow—”
Holding up my hands to get her to stop, I said, “Harmony, stop. Please let me talk.”
Closing her mouth abruptly, she nodded and remained quiet.
“Sherry and I have been over for months now. I was just too stupid…or stubborn…to see it. It was a long time coming and had nothing to do with you.”
Harmony’s face looked horrified. “Do you promise, Preston? And please don’t lie to me…I don’t think I could take it if you lied to me.”
My heart dropped to the floor and my stomach instantly formed into a knot. What in the hell is this girl doing to me?