Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Rushing to him, I pulled his hand away and gasped. “Cheese and crackers, it’s swelling and turning black and blue already.”
“Yeah, I hit it hard.”
“Do you feel dizzy or sick to your stomach?”
“No, just a massive fucking headache.”
I grabbed a towel and filled it with ice. “Here. Put this on the corner of your eye and go sit down.”
“It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”
With a tilt of my head, I glared at him. “You are not alright. You hit the corner of your eye, hard. It’s swelling as I speak.”
He touched it and winced.
Pushing the ice toward him, I said, “See, I told you.” Mitchell took the ice and pressed it against his eye. “Now you can have an interesting story to tell the guys at work.”
“Shit, I’m not telling them I hit my head on my own counter trying to get cat food.”
I peeled the lid of the cat food back and dumped it in Milo’s dish. One quick pet from me, and Milo was in heaven.
“What even happened? You started fumbling the cat container in your hand like you were playing hot potato.”
His eyes scanned my body. One quick peek at myself, and I knew why. I was wearing shorter-than-all-get-out shorts and a super tight tank top. I was a little more blessed in the chest area than Amelia. Most of her tops were too small.
“I need to go clothes shopping. With the insurance lady taking longer than I thought, Amelia and I decided to go into San Antonio tomorrow.”
The only thing Mitchell did was nod.
“Sorry,” I said.
He shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize for being drop-dead gorgeous, Corina.”
I couldn’t help the grin that moved across my face or the heat that flushed my cheeks.
“You look pretty good yourself,” I said. “Where are you off to?”
“Dinner.”
My stomach twisted when he didn’t say who he was meeting. “Well, enjoy your evening.”
Mitchell opened his mouth to say something, but his cell phone rang.
“This is Mitch.”
He turned away, a clear hint he wanted privacy. I headed back into the living room.
A date. He must be going on a date. Darn it. I went too far with the Lane comment.
“No, I don’t mind if she comes to dinner.”
Two women? He’s going out with two women! Ugh. Asshole.
I got off the sofa and headed to the guest room. I hadn’t even bothered to check my phone all day. Picking it up off of the dresser, I read Lane’s text from earlier.
Lane: Hey, next weekend is the Pecan Street Honky Tonk, you free to go?
I rolled my eyes. Crap! Mitchell had never officially asked me.
I decided to deal with that later as I tossed my phone onto the queen-size bed. One quick glance around the room, and I wanted to cry. I was living with a man I was secretly in love with—but pretending not to be in love with—and it was slowly pulling me apart.
Admitting I was in love with Mitchell was nothing new. I had admitted it to Tripp—told him I was in love with a man whom I’d spent one amazing night with. Who’d kissed me goodbye the next morning and never looked back.
How stupid am I?
I jumped up and headed to the closet of clothes I had hung up earlier. Paxton had thrown in some of her clothes, and one of them was a little black dress that would be perfect for tonight. If Mitchell was going out on a date, I’d go out on one too. Although, I had no idea who my date was gonna be.
My phone buzzed on the bed. Glancing down, I saw Paxton’s name.
“Hello?”
“Hey, has your day gotten any better?”
I wanted to laugh. “No. It has gotten worse.”
“I’m sorry. Listen, really quick, will you do me a favor and tell Mitchell that Steed forgot his phone, and he and Chloe just left to meet him for dinner. Can he ask Steed to pick up milk on the way home? I tried calling him, but got his voicemail.”
“Wait. What?”
“Wait what, why?”
My brows pulled together as I dropped onto the bed. “Huh?”
“What are we talking about, Corina?”
“You said Steed and Chloe are meeting Mitchell for dinner?”
“Yeah, Melanie and John too. They wanted to talk to Steed and Mitchell about a birthday party for them.”
“A party?”
Paxton chuckled. “Yeah, Chloe is insisting on throwing them a birthday party for their twenty-ninth birthday together since they’re twins. We tried to tell her thirty would be better, but she wants to be different.”
I giggled. “That’s so cute.”
“Not if you heard what she wants to have Patches do.”
Covering my mouth, I laughed. “Let me see if Mitchell’s still here, and I’ll let him know.”
“Thanks! Hey, got to run. Gage is crying.”
“Okay, talk soon.”
“Kay, bye and love you!”
The line went dead before I could respond. I walked into the living room to find Mitchell standing on the terrace, still holding ice on his eye. I tapped on the glass door, and he looked my way. “Steed doesn’t have his phone and Paxton asked if you could tell him to pick up milk on the way home.”