Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
>>Logan: OMG, TMI… I’m silencing my phone and going to sleep.
>>Sam: Love you. You’re the best cousin ever. Just so you always remember.
>>Perry: Summer really is in swing. My strawberries are growing.
>>Sam: Perry’s still awake, too! You must have gotten as lucky as Brian did last night. He finally scored.
>>Mitch: Good for him. I felt bad when he assumed Jack and Tristan would want a threesome.
I glanced over at Jack. “I’m going to reply to this,” I said. “I just have to.”
Jack chuckled. “Do what you will. Just don’t type anything I wouldn’t type.”
>>Jack: This is Tristan on Jack’s phone. Who says we wouldn’t want a threesome? Maybe we just didn’t want one with *him*.
>>Sam: OMG. Hot. Hot. Fox, I’m going to be horny as hell today after we sleep, just so you know.
I couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s reply.
“What are you writing and giggling about over there?” Jack asked, glancing over at me from behind the steering wheel. The morning sun was golden on his skin, and he looked every bit the rugged, strong country boy that he was. He was in his white t-shirt and jeans as always, his facial hair a little scruffy and unkempt after waking up late. I could see a little rip on top of the thigh of his jeans, and I remembered exactly when he’d gotten it—we had been on a backyard reno job at a house a year ago, and he’d caught the denim on the ragged edge of a custom metal fire pit we’d been installing.
Better that it happened to me and not the homeowners, Jack had said, and immediately gone to file away the ragged portion of the metal.
Because that was just how Jack worked. He never cut any corners. He cared about every detail.
He cared so deeply, about so many things. My mind flashed to the image of what we’d done last night, for the first time after the rushed morning, and suddenly I was plunged back into the memory.
For fuck’s sake, kissing him had been… hot. There was no other word for it. I wasn’t sure if it was hot just because it was so unusual, or what the hell had gotten into me, but there was no denying it. I hadn’t been drunk. I was in my right mind. And I swore I’d enjoyed kissing him even more last night than the first time.
“Tris?” Jack asked, giving me another glance, breaking me from the brief hypnosis I’d been in.
“Right, sorry,” I said. I shook my head, looking back at the texts and reading him what I’d written.
“You’re tantalizing these men with your jokes,” he said. “One of these days Sam’s going to blow a gasket.”
“Only thing Sam’s going to blow is a load in his stepbrother,” I said.
Jack snorted. “You’re terrible.”
“And that’s why you love me.”
I settled back into the seat, wishing I had a ten-gallon thermos of coffee beside me, but settling for the cold water. We put the pedal to the metal and made it to the airport in time, and once we got past security we finally got the holy grail of two large black coffees, and the caffeine started to perk me up.
Soon after, we boarded the plane. Jack tried to stay calm and collected during takeoff, but I saw the grip he had on the armrests and had to hold myself back from leaning over and kissing him again, right then and there. Once we were up in the air, Jack did his usual time-passing activity, reviewing contracts and sorting out specs for future contracts.
I opted to play a game on my phone instead. Jack looked over at some point and asked me what it was.
“This game is called Candy Annihilation.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Ever heard of Candy Crush? It’s that, but the more extreme version.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s next, Total Candy Destruction?”
“Candy Obliteration,” I offered.
“Candy Extinction,” he tossed back.
“And then the next phase,” I continued, “Rebirth of Candy: The Rise of Sweets, Part Two, The Saga Continues.”
We had to stifle our laughter so as not to bother the sleeping old lady in the aisle seat near us. About twenty minutes later, the plane started the landing process, and a little turbulence started to shake the plane. Jack looked out the window, clearly alarmed. Another lurch happened a few seconds later, and I watched as he tensed up.
“Hey,” I said softly, reaching out to squeeze his knee. “It’s all good.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just a little turbulence.”
A slight bit more happened, and I cocked my head at Jack. “You’re also a bad liar.”
“Okay. Fine. I am a bad liar. One-Hundo Policy, I’m pretty sure we’re about to crash and die.”
I grinned, reaching over to clasp his hand in mine. “Wishful thinking. We aren’t going to crash, because then you’d get out of having to meet my family, and we can’t have that.”