Sunday Morning (Sunday Morning #1) Read Online Jewel E. Ann

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Sunday Morning Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
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“You mean, will you be happy or miserable? I don’t know, Sunday Morning. That’s up to you.”

When I arrived home, I didn’t expect to see Wesley Cory’s white truck in the driveway, which explained why I didn’t see him at the house.

He wasn’t there for me. It had nothing to do with the day I caught him in bed with the mysterious brunette. I told myself this over and over while I made my way into the house, whispering a quick prayer.

Eve did nothing to alleviate my fears when she shot me a panicked gaze as I stepped into the kitchen, where she, Mom, and Gabby were making dinner. Dad stood by the kitchen table with his hands in his front pockets, talking to Wesley.

“Hey,” I said softly, ping-ponging my gaze between Eve and Wesley.

“There’s my future daughter-in-law,” Wesley said with a wink.

Yep. He knew I knew, and he was buttering me up. Wesley Cory had always been nice to me, but not that nice.

With a nervous smile, I looked to my parents and my sisters for help. Had he confessed his indiscretion in front of my sisters?

“One down, two to go,” my dad said. “Now, if we can find faithful young men for my other girls, I’ll be able to sleep better.”

Faithful?

Wesley returned a hearty laugh before shaking my dad’s hand. “I need to get home. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you.”

Eve pressed her lips together when I shifted my attention to her again.

As my dad walked Wesley outside, I slipped off my shoes and held them in one hand, my purse in the other. “What was Mr. Cory doing here?” I asked.

“The air conditioner has been acting up, so Wesley took a look at it. Your dad thinks it can be repaired, but Wesley insisted on buying a new one,” Mom said with a simple shrug.

Gabby ignored her while retrieving the salad dressing from the fridge, but Eve nearly cut off her finger while slicing carrots for the salad.

“That’s uh, nice of him.” I tried to hide my nerves behind a smile.

“The Corys are good people,” Mom said with a resolute nod.

Again, Eve eyed me with brown saucer eyes.

I jerked my head toward the stairs. “I’m going to wash up for dinner, then I’ll help.”

“Okay, dear.” Mom smiled.

A few minutes later, Eve stepped into the upstairs bathroom while I was washing my hands. I grabbed the hand towel and turned to face her just as she closed the door.

“Oh my gosh, he knows. Right?”

Eve shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe. But now, I definitely don’t think you should say anything to Matt or Mrs. Cory. I mean, it’s not just the air conditioner. Before you got here, Dad told him we were a little short on rent again, and Wesley was like, don’t even worry about it.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Just let it go.” Eve rested her hands on my shoulders. “Pretend you didn’t see anything. Marry Matt. Live happily ever after. The end.”

The end?

That sounded awful.

That sounded like my dreams and life aspirations didn’t exist.

That sounded like I would spend the rest of my life faking orgasms and praying for it to end quickly.

“The end,” I echoed with a fake smile and lifeless gaze.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EAGLES, “HEARTACHE TONIGHT”

I launched into Operation Avoid Isaac. He knew too much about Matt and me because I’d unintentionally overshared. And what I didn’t say, he figured out on his own. I was an open book with large bold print, and he read every word and the blank spaces between each line.

But the day before Matt came home, Isaac popped into the farm stand just as I was closing up. My body was as stiff as my smile when my gaze landed on the guitar case in his hand.

“I’ll be at the rodeo tonight. I thought you might want to play my guitar since Matt’s gone, and you probably don’t have plans.”

“Do you think I don’t have friends? And why be nice now?” I cocked my head.

Isaac shrugged. “Fine. I’ll take it back to the house.” He turned.

“Wait!” I rolled my lips together. “I usually have plans. I’m a very popular person. But it just so happens that I don’t have anything going on tonight. So …”

“So nobody invited you to the rodeo?”

I laughed. “I’ve never been to the rodeo.”

His lips parted as he peered at me with disbelief.

“Are you roping?” I asked.

After a few more seconds of nothing but a single blink, he slowly nodded.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I laughed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the preacher’s daughter who has never been to a rodeo because my dad thinks there’s too much smoking and drinking going on.”

“You basically just confessed that you are, in fact, that person.”

I stepped around the counter and tried to take the guitar from him, but he didn’t willingly relinquish it.


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