Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I let Mike go home about an hour ago. There was no point in him waiting around here with me. Once Rem arrives, I’m sure she would let him go for the night anyway.
I hear the sound of the elevator chiming, and moments later the door opens, causing me to lift my head from my phone. My brother has been losing his shit all day wondering where his wife is. The family has a group text going for updates.
Someone’s going to lose their job today. Saga has her own security which she apparently ducked out on. Bishop sounded like his head was going to explode.
“Hey, you,” Rem slurs as she and Saga stumble into the office.
“Are you guys both drunk?”
“Well duh,” Saga sings.
“Those margaritas were so good though,” Rem says.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head. Mike told me Reminisce called to let him know she wouldn’t be back to the office until late. I had no idea the reason was because she was out getting shitfaced.
We all thought something might have happened to Saga. The last thing I was expecting was for her to stroll in here drunk off her ass with my girl. They burst into laughter as Saga leans into Rem and whispers something to her.
I shake my head at the two as they laugh their asses off at whatever they think is so damn funny. I pull my phone out to text Bishop and let him know I have Saga and I’m going to drop her home. I don’t know what is going on with them, but I wouldn’t feel right not getting her home safely. Saga walks over and pokes me in the chest.
“You better not be texting your brother. I’m not speaking to him right now, and I don’t want him knowing where I am,” she says drunkenly.
“Saga, sweetheart, your husband is worried sick about you. I’m just letting him know you’re safe.”
“Oh my God, he’s worried?” she says, truly looking concerned. Then she turns to face Rem. “Oh no, Rem. I didn’t want him to worry. What if I’m wrong? He already has so much on his shoulders with the album and our thing.
“I should go home. I think I’m ready to talk to him. I hope we can work things out. I love my husband. I would hate to have to kill him in his sleep.”
I lift a brow as the two burst into laughter. Clearly, I’m missing the inside joke. “Okay, ladies. Let me get you two home. Nobody’s killing anyone in their sleep.”
They continue to snicker as they fall into each other. I have to purse my lips to keep from laughing. Putting my phone away, I then usher them out of the office to head for my car.
The two are roasted and giggling like two teenagers. They’re cute, but annoying at the same time. Tripping over themselves, singing at the top of their lungs, and laughing like maniacs.
I have to wrangle them in as Saga tries to take off and Reminisce decides to follow. Bishop owes me big time after this one. This isn’t what I signed up for.
I’m happy to have the two in the car and strapped in so I can get them home. I head for my brother’s as he sends text after text with questions I can’t answer while I’m driving.
“Oh, we should listen to some music,” Rem coos and turns on the radio.
They begin to sing along to the song playing. I can’t help but smile. I’m going to have fun rubbing this in tomorrow. Soon, I’m left alone with my thoughts as the two fall fast asleep.
They must have had a lot to drink or they were putting the heavy stuff inside those margaritas. Reminisce usually holds her liquor much better than this. I’ll have to postpone our romantic dinner for another night.
When I pull into Bishop’s driveway, I find him pacing back and forth in front of the house. He looks like he’s ready to pull his hair out. It’s loose around his shoulders and looks like he’s been running his hands through it.
I pull up in front of the house, and I get ready to park to get out of the car and help him get Saga inside, but Bishop has the door ripped open to scoop his wife out before I can shift gears. I step out of the car, but he doesn’t even take a glance back.
“Thanks, I’ll call you in the morning,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks into the house with Saga in his arms.
“I guess I’m done here,” I mutter and climb back into the car.
“Your brother better not break my sister’s heart,” Rem mutters.
I look over at her, and her eyes are still closed. She groans and shifts around in her seat. I get the feeling she’s talking in her sleep.