Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“We need to go over our schedules,” she says. “I am going to be here until Monday, I think, or Tuesday, but then I have to fly back to Chicago.”
“But then after Chicago, you are coming back here, right?” I ask her, and she just shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t think it makes sense to be here if you aren’t here,” she says, sitting on the couch, and Lilo running back to lay with her. “Hi, pretty girl.” She pets her head. “We need to get you a collar with some bling on it.” Lilo’s tail hits the couch as she wags it.
“So what are you going to do?” I ask, sitting next to her.
“Well, we can go over our calendar and see.” She looks at me. “I mean, I think the season is almost done, right?”
“Another couple of weeks,” I tell her, “then it’s play-off time.”
“I have Max and Matthew’s retirement gala the second of July.” Her face fills with a smile. “Wanna be my date?” I nod, afraid to say anything that would scare her away. “My parents are throwing them a surprise getaway at their house in Mexico.”
“Tell me where, and I’ll book us a house.” I watch the screen.
“That makes no sense. We have the house.”
“Beautiful,” I tell her, “we aren’t staying in the same house as your parents.”
“And why not?” she asks angrily.
“Because we have sex, lots of it,” I point out, “all the time. I don’t see that changing.” She glares at me. “If normal sex with you is sky rocketing, can you imagine vacation sex?” I put my head back and close my eyes, my cock finally moving in on the action. I feel a pillow hit my face.
“Who says we are still going to be having sex by then?” She turns to look at the television.
“I say we will be having even more than we are now.” She looks like she is going to argue with me, and the doorbell rings. “Oh, food is here.”
“Your father thinks he’s a slick one,” she tells the dogs. “No blow job for him.” I put my head back and laugh, knowing full well she enjoys it as much as I do.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zara
“I’m back,” he says from the front door, and I walk out. He left this morning to go to the rink and said he had run an errand afterward. Tomorrow, his parents get here, and I’m not going to lie, I’m an emotion mess. His sister came over the day after our face-off, and I left before she got here. I made up a phony excuse about meeting with a client. I got in the car and went to the Starbucks and worked from there.
“I hope you brought me food,” I tell him and stop when I see who is behind him. “Zoe,” I yell excitedly and run to her. “You’re here.”
“Well,” she says when she steps out of our hug, “I couldn’t let you get thrown to the wolves without me.” Then she turns to Evan. “Not that your family is a pack of wolves.”
I shake my head. Evan comes to my side and kisses me. “You did good,” I whisper in his ear when he hugs me, and I smell him. Yeah, I smell him because it’s my thing. He’s my man, so I can do what I want.
“So this is where you hang your hat,” Zoe says, looking around, and the dogs rush in full force to her, and then Lilo steps back, wondering what is going on. She finally comes to my side.
“This is my girl, Lilo.” I bend down and kiss her, and she licks my face. “And this is Stitch.” He’s still debating which one of us to go to.
“I’m going to take your stuff into the guest room,” Evan tells Zoe. “I’ll put you upstairs so you have your privacy.”
Zoe just nods her head, and she waits for him to go upstairs with her luggage. “You landed a good one,” she says, and I go and hug her. I’ve missed her so much, but I didn’t want to say anything to either of them. Even though we don’t live together, we would not go more than two days without seeing each other unless I was traveling.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” I tell her. “Let’s go sit outside.” I turn and lead her outside. She is wearing jeans and a sweater with a light jacket. “Are those my clothes?”
“Um, yeah,” she answers like duh. “I live in your house. Surely, you didn’t expect me not to go through your closet?”
I shake my head and walk to the couch that I made him buy. “Look at all this land,” Zoe says, and I’m sure she’s evaluating his property and how much it would go for in her head. “This is at least a good three million, maybe even four point five if we can make an outdoor oasis.”