Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
She nodded. “I’ll bug Rosie to come out with me. She’s the only single woman left on our team.”
“You have a better chance of getting the seventy-year-old secretary to come out with you.”
She tilted her head back and laughed.
“I told Will we can split our time between DC and Philly. So I’ll be working remotely some weeks.”
Savanna shoved a forkful of lettuce into her mouth, then wiped her lips with the napkin on her lap. She closed the container and dropped it into the paper bag on the floor between her feet. I handed her the empty burrito wrapper to add to the trash.
My phone dinged with a new message from Will.
Will: I had to go back to Philly. Work shit. I’ll be home tomorrow night.
Clarke: Bring me back a chicken cutlet parm and mozzarella sticks from Tony Luke’s.
Will: Do you eat anything that’s not greasy or fried?
Clarke: Happy wife, happy life.
Will: You got it, boss lady. See ya around seven.
Clarke: Be safe.
Will: You worried about me, wifey.
Clarke: Don’t push it, hubs. See you tomorrow.
I set the phone in the cup holder.
“Is that a smile on your face?” Savanna taunted.
“Shut up.”
“This is weird,” she confessed. “You’re married again. And this time to a professional athlete. I’m guessing that was him.”
“Yeah.”
“I can see it now. You’ll quit to have babies.”
“Nope.”
“Your new hubby has money. You don’t even need to work.”
“I don’t need to work now.”
She nodded. “True, but you refuse to use your dad’s money.”
“Because I know it annoys him.”
“You and Romeo will make cute babies.” She rested her elbow on the armrest between us. “I hear the first year of marriage you fuck like rabbits.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not much of a kid person. For right now, we’re happy with it being just us. I could never quit reporting the news. Are you kidding? I’d get bored sitting at home after the first week.”
“Ain’t that the truth. I’d lose my mind if I didn’t work.”
“You probably work a little too much, anyway.”
She snickered. “Says the woman who works seventy hours a week.”
I held up my middle fingers to show her my tattoos that reminded me why I got into this career.
Shaking her head, she laughed. “The truth conquers all things,” she said as she looked at the script on the side of my finger. “So tell me the truth about Romeo. I know when someone is lying to me.”
I sighed. “I’m not lying.”
“Prove it.”
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“I’m coming over for dinner this week.”
“You know I can’t cook.”
“Order takeout. I won’t believe you’re in love with him until I see it.”
“Fine,” I groaned. “Thursday works for us.”
She beamed with delight. “Can’t wait.”
Chapter Twenty-One
CLARKE
The next night, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, typing on my computer when Will came home. It still felt weird to say my apartment was his house, too.
“Honey, I’m home,” Will said with laughter in his voice.
I spun around on my stool, a smile in place.
“I always wanted to say that.” He held up a bag from Tony Luke’s. “Come and get it, wifey.”
I slid off the stool and rushed over to him. As I attempted to snatch the bag from his hand, he leaned forward.
“Where’s my kiss?”
I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Save those kisses for your grandmother.” Will hid the bag behind his back and gave me one of his boyish smirks. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
“You’re annoying,” I shot back before I kissed him.
Our lips melded, tongues tangling with so much passion this felt more like a reward than the food he brought me from Philly. Will slid his arm around me and pulled me closer. He kissed me hard and fast, like he wanted to claim me. I’d already lost the bet when I kissed him in the lobby, so why not? There wasn’t much point to the bet, anyway. We both knew one of us would cave and we’d end up having sex.
“You must have missed me,” Will said as our lips separated.
“No, I’m starving.” I grabbed the bag from his hand and dropped it onto the counter.
Will came up behind me, caging me against the island. His lips grazed my earlobe as he said, “You lost the bet. You know what that means.”
“I’ll clear my schedule,” I joked.
“I was serious. All weekend you’re mine.” He ran his long fingers down my bare arm. “We’re not leaving this apartment, not even for air.”
His soft touch made me shiver.
“A deal’s a deal.” I pointed at the chair beside me. “Sit. I’m starving.”
I removed the sandwiches and containers from the bag as Will grabbed plates from the cabinet. He leaned across the island and slid them in front of me with a smile.
“I missed you. Did you miss me?”
I shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. You may never know.”
He shook his head and sat beside me. “How did it go with your boss? Is he onboard with the story about Ted Fairchild?”