Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He said that on the horse, too. I’ve got you.
God, I love that he has me.
“It’s a love language, you know.”
He squeezes me and kisses my forehead. “What is?”
“I’ve got you.” My voice is so sleepy, so quiet, I hope he can hear me. “It’s a really great love language. You speak it well.”
He sighs and turns to wrap both arms around me in a hug. “I’ll always have you, little rose.”
“You guys are two of my favorite sisters-in-law.” I pop a french fry into my mouth and grin at Charlie and Dani, who happened to stop by with lunch. I’ve been in this house for two days, and I’m starting to feel better. Not great, definitely not ready to go back to work, but I’m improving.
And, as much as I love Holden, I needed a couple of hours without him. He hovers. And he made me promise that I wouldn’t get up from this couch until he came back from the ranch.
He’s so freaking bossy.
“You say that to all the sisters-in-law,” Charlie replies with a laugh before biting into her burger. “I wonder what The Wolf Den does to these burgers to make them so freaking good. Do they add crack? It’s crack, isn’t it?”
“Or, you know, garlic,” Dani says with a grin.
“Same thing,” Charlie decides. “I know that literally everyone and their dog has asked you this a million times in the past two days, but how are you doing, Millie?”
“Sore. Tired. But never bored because between your huge family and my huge family, I’m never alone. I have a revolving door of visitors, which is honestly nice. It makes Holden a little twitchy because he thinks that I should be left alone, but I’m not a television lover, and I can’t just sit here, twiddling my thumbs all week, you know?”
“You don’t like television?” Charlie asks. “Not even reality TV?”
“Not really,” I confirm. “So, that’s me. What’s going on with you two? Tell me everything. Give me all the dirt. Tell me some gossip.”
“I start working at the elementary school in August,” Dani says with a smile. “It’s not gossip, but it’s exciting. I’ll be teaching kindergarten, and that’s my favorite age, so I’m excited to dig in. In the meantime, I’ll find something in town to get me through the summer.”
“You’re hired.” I point at her, surprising her. “I’ll need more help this summer. If you want a job, I’ll give you one.”
“I’ll take it,” Dani replies in surprise. “Thanks.”
“I’ll also need help with weddings,” Charlie reminds her sister. “So between the two jobs, we have you covered.”
“Well, I don’t know why I was worried.” Dani winks at me and eats a french fry while Charlie starts to tell us all about her biggest bridezilla of the season so far.
But ten minutes in, there’s a knock at my door.
“I’ll get it,” Charlie says, making sure I stay where I am. “Holden’s orders.”
“Bossy man,” I mutter as she walks to the door and opens it.
“Hi,” Birdie says with a bright smile. “I’m here to cheer up Millie.”
“Come on in,” Charlie says with a big wave of her arm.
“I’m sorry, we didn’t know you already have company,” Bridger begins, but then stops talking when he sees Dani. He immediately grins. “We can come back another time.”
“That’s lame.” I roll my eyes, making a mental note to ask him what his deal is later. If he has a thing for my sister-in-law, why don’t I know about it? “Come in here and love me.”
“I made you a card,” Birdie announces as she sits on the couch beside me. “See? I drawed it by myself.”
“You drew this?” She passes me a folded piece of plain paper. On the front are two stick figures, one tall and one short, but both with long hair, and they’re holding hands. The tall one is wearing a cast on her foot.
When I open it, it says, Love, Birdie.
“Daddy helped,” she whispers and smiles over at her dad, who’s hovering by the front door as if he wants to run away as fast as possible.
“Thank you. It’s gorgeous, and I’ll treasure it.” I kiss her cheek, and Birdie wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me.
“Do you want me to kiss your owie?” she asks when she pulls back.
“It’s on my ankle.” I point to where my foot is propped on a pillow on the coffee table. “You can kiss it. I’m sure it’ll feel much better.”
Being very careful, Birdie leans over and presses her sweet, tiny lips on my leg, giving it a kiss.
“There.”
“It feels better already.” I reach for her and pull her next to me, then grin at Bridger. “Sit. You’re making me nervous.”
And his daughter catches sight of the food.
“Can I have some french fries?” she asks.
“Of course, you can.” With a smug smile, I offer her my pile of food, and Bridger rolls his eyes and then sits in the chair across from me.