Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
And I had to admit, over the last seven months that he’d really been working on it, it looked a zillion times better.
“You gonna sit there all day with that towel between your legs, or are you going to feed my son?”
I tossed Truth a glare, wiped myself while he watched, and tossed the dirty towel into the hamper beside the door.
“He’s not crying right now,” I pointed out.
Truth turned.
“He’s sucking on my neck. I’d say that he is hungry, whether he’s crying or not.”
I sighed and reached for a new nursing tank that was hanging on the back of the door. Once in place, I reached for a pair of panties, slipped both feet into them, and settled them on over my hips.
“Give him,” I ordered. “And go get in the shower. We have to leave in half an hour.”
Truth handed him over, but chose to watch as I settled down in our bed and deftly situated pillows around my body for support.
“You have that down to an art,” Truth observed.
I did. That was what happened when you had a child chained to your breast for half the day.
I pulled my shirt down, and moved EJ so that he was in a comfortable position with his head resting on the pillow.
Before I could offer my breast to EJ, though, Truth did the honors for me, and I raised a brow at him.
“Such a turn on,” he murmured, running his hand down EJ’s cheek. “Watching you care for our son feels like a dream come true.”
Happiness filled my heart.
“I like watching you with him, too. It makes me feel warm and gooey inside.”
Truth grinned.
“Feed our son. I’ll go get Sean up and off the couch. Get him to help load the car. Anything else you need us to do besides take the groceries off the table?” he inquired.
I shook my head, then felt my heart leap when he dropped his mouth to mine.
“Verity?”
“Yes?” I breathed against his mouth.
“I love you.”
Tears filled my eyes.
I was an emotional mess.
“I love you, too.”
With one last kiss on the lips, he was gone, and I was left alone with my child, thanking the Lord that I got drunk in Vegas.
***
Ghost
I flipped the liter open and closed.
Open.
Closed.
Open.
Closed.
A cat hissed.
I threw the liter at it, and the cat hissed again, this time directly at me.
Fucking cat.
“Here, kitty kitty!”
I looked up to see her pushing the screen door open, and my heart started to pound.
“What’s that?”
I froze when she started walking toward me, unaware that I was deep in the shadows less than five feet in front of her.
Her breath hitched when she bent to pick up the liter, and a small moan fell from her perfect, bowtie lips.
“No.”