Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened as if to answer, but then she closed it again, looking confused. That’s when my stomach growled. Loudly.
Grace grinned and tilted her head. “Hungry?” Before I could answer, she reached for her bag and dug around in it for a couple seconds and pulled out a granola bar. “Dinner, sir? Hold on. I think I have something here to wash it down with too.” She dug around for another second and then pulled out a bottle of water.
I sat down on the floor next to her. “You’re a goddess. Hand that over.” I had just realized that I hadn’t eaten lunch and it was about dinnertime. I was starving. She handed me the granola bar, and I tore it open with my teeth and then broke the bar in half and handed her one piece. But she shook her head.
“You have it. I’m not really hungry. Plus, you’re a growing boy.” She shot me the same exaggerated wink I’d given her a few minutes before.
I grinned. “Only when I look at you, baby.” She laughed, smacking me lightly on the shoulder. I tossed the granola bar back, and when she handed me the water after taking a drink herself, I drank from it too.
“We better finish the water in this bottle. If nature calls, this bottle is what we’re going to have to use.”
She made a face. “I think I’ll be okay for an hour. I stopped in the ladies’ room right after I left the bar.”
“I think I’ll last too.”
After a minute, I said, “Okay, another game—this one’s called Quick Draw Favorites. I ask a question and you answer it with the first thing that comes to mind. Then you can do the same to me.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “Is this another trick game that’s going to have us kissing in the middle of the elevator again?”
“God, I hope so.” I laughed. “But no, just for fun to pass the time. You in?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. Favorite movie.”
“Titanic.”
“No. Pick again.”
She choked on a laugh. “No? Um, I thought these were my answers.”
“They are, but I can’t let you pick a movie as craptastic as Titanic without intervening.”
She turned fully toward me. “How is Titanic craptastic? It’s an epic love story! It’s beautiful! It’s timeless! What problem do you have with Titanic?”
I sighed. “Grace, there was plenty of room on that floating door at the end of the movie. Are you going to tell me you weren’t pissed off after they went through everything they did to survive and then she couldn’t scoot over an inch so he could get up on that piece of wood too, a piece of wood that was plenty big for both of them? She let him die, Grace. I’m sad for you that you think that’s romance.”
She burst out laughing. “Wait, this is brilliant. You actually don’t like Titanic because it isn’t romantic enough for you. That’s sweet.” She batted her eyelashes at me.
My brows snapped down. “No, I don’t believe that’s what I said. What I said was that I like some realism in my movies. That was a cop-out because the writer thought Jack Dawson should sink to the bottom of the ocean.”
She burst out laughing again.
“Are you done?”
She made a poor attempt to wipe the smirk off her face. “Yes. Next question.”
“Favorite color.”
“Cerulean blue.”
I screwed up my face and glanced to the side and then back at her. “I’m going to let that one slide. Favorite season.”
“Fall.”
“Favorite dessert.”
“Crème brûlée.”
“Favorite sex position.”
She paused and a pink color crept up her cheeks. “Um, missionary?”
I stared at her for a minute. “So not only did that college boyfriend not make you come, but he didn’t try any other positions with you, did he? What kind of jackass did you hook up with anyway?”
“Stop! He was a nice guy. Very, um, sweet and, uh, considerate.”
“I bet. Okay, you’re depressing me. Your turn.”
“You’re such an asshole.” But she said it with a small smile on her face. “Favorite movie.”
“Fight Club.”
“Never saw it.”
“You never saw Fight Club? That’s a crime.”
She laughed softly. “Favorite color.”
“Blue.”
“What shade of blue?”
“Just fucking blue.”
“That’s not a shade.”
“Yeah it is.”
She shot me a smile. “Okay. So we might share the same favorite color.”
“Maybe. If I knew what cerulean was.”
She laughed. “Favorite season.”
“Fall.”
“We do have a few things in common! It’s a miracle!”
“Who would have guessed?”
“Not me. Favorite dessert.”
“Bananas Foster—my granny used to make it for me.”
She smiled and then looked straight ahead. “Well, that was fun.”
“Wait, you didn’t ask me the last one.”
“No, I didn’t. I don’t want to know. Really. I’m sure it’s something I’ve never even heard of before. You can keep that one to yourself.”
“Chicken.”
She grinned over at me, and I was momentarily taken off balance by the beauty of her smile. I loved her teeth. I loved everything about her mouth. I wanted to taste it again. I stretched my legs out. My pants suddenly felt a little too tight.