Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He wasn’t jealous, though. She hadn’t changed from being married to him. Willow was a good person throughout. She had also gotten close with Miley. The two were the best of friends and ran the shop together. Carson didn’t care, so long as each night she came home with him.
“This one, Daddy,” Lauren said.
He was a little embarrassed to know that she’d pulled out a bolt of French terry, that would make the warmest, snuggest pajamas ever. Yes, he would also have to take a picture, because they had cute little bears all over, and they were also pink. His little girl loved pink.
“Is that the only one?” he asked.
Lauren giggled, holding a hand to her mouth as she rushed away and came back holding a second bolt, and this one he knew as jersey. How he knew these things was not a mystery. At Willow’s request, they had days when he would come into the shop, roll up his sleeves, and cut the lengths of fabric needed. He truly believed his muscles had gotten thicker in the arms, and that his wife was using him to make sales.
The scent of coconuts invaded his senses and he felt Willow’s arms wrap around his waist.
“Did she pick her fabrics?” she asked.
“Yes, Mommy, look.”
Lauren held up the fabrics, Willow smiled, and it melted his freaking heart.
He was the luckiest man alive. If anyone saw him right now, they wouldn’t be shaking in their boots, they would see a family man, not the boss. No one ever got confused with him, though.
His love was for his family.
His hatred was for all those who opposed him and threatened the life he’d built.
Willow smiled up at him, and he lost himself in her gaze. It had been five amazing years, and he knew the rest of their lives would be just as great.
She was the only woman to claim his heart, and after all, belonged to him.
The End