Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I scanned the room, then turned back to him. “This is nice. I didn’t expect your house to look like this,” I admitted.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What did you expect? Stripper poles and concrete floors?”
I shrugged, pursing my lips to keep from laughing.
He smirked. “This is where my grandkids come to visit. It’s my peace away from all the other crazy in my life.”
That made sense. I guessed I just hadn’t seen him that way or realized there was this side to him that existed.
“I’ll order us something to eat. Get cleaned up if you’d like. Ozzy might stop trying to get his face in your crotch if you do,” he said with a curl to his lips.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Pizza good with you?” he asked as he turned and headed for the door.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Anything you don’t like on it?”
I shrugged. “Lately, I’ve had a thing for cheese. Lots of it.”
“Extra-cheese pizza. Got it,” he said with a nod. “Ozzy,” he called.
The dog looked at me as if he didn’t want to go, but turned and followed Liam out of the room.
Once the door closed, I stood there, staring at it. I was in Liam’s house. We’d had incredible sex. He hadn’t left me hours away from him. These were all good signs. Maybe he’d gotten jealous of Country. That was a positive. If he felt jealousy, then he could feel more. This was my chance to win him over. But that would mean opening myself up to future pain. What if I let this thing I felt for him grow and he never felt anything?
Placing a hand on my stomach, I knew this was a chance I owed our baby. It wasn’t just about me. Not everyone fell in love easy. If I had allowed myself to admit how I felt about him, how he made me feel, then I knew it would become more. Because the guy in the bar that night, the one who had taken me back to my motel room, and the man who had held my hand at the ultrasound—that man made me feel deeper than anyone ever had.
Ozzy greeted me the moment I hit the bottom step on the staircase.
Grinning, I gave his head a pat. “I don’t know my way around. Want to lead me to Liam?”
I wasn’t really surprised when he turned and started walking, then glanced back at me to make sure I was following. Of course Liam would have a smart dog. Ozzy led me across the foyer and then turned right down a short hallway before turning through an arched doorway. The large room held a massive fireplace at its center, a brown leather sectional, rustic-style coffee table and end tables, and a pool table. The flat screen TV hung on the far-right wall.
Liam was sitting on the sofa, and two boxes of pizza were on the large, sturdy wooden table in front of him. There was a bottle of water and a glass of what looked like whiskey on coasters on either side of the boxes.
The television was a sports channel, but they were talking about horse racing. I found that odd—at least for Liam. He didn’t strike me as a gambling kinda man or one who was interested in horses. When his gaze swung over to meet mine, it drifted down my body. The pink polka-dot boxer shorts and tank top were my usual loungewear. He paused a moment at my feet, then motioned with his hand for me to come to the sofa.
“Come eat,” he said simply.
Ozzy padded beside me, and when I sat down across from the pizzas, he made himself comfortable at my feet.
“Didn’t know what you’d want to drink. I grabbed you a water because I honestly don’t have much else but beer or whiskey. There was some orange juice, but the expiration date is questionable.”
Smiling, I reached for the bottle of water. “This is perfect. Thank you.”
He opened the boxes. The sight of the cheese pizza made my mouth water. Liam leaned forward and took a piece, then placed it on a paper plate and handed it to me before getting a slice from what looked like a meat lovers pizza.
Shifting my attention back to the television, I took a bite of the greasy cheesy goodness and sighed with pleasure. This was perfect.
“Best pizza in town,” he said beside me.
I finished chewing, then glanced at him. “It’s so good.”
He smirked, then took a bite of his while watching the large screen.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. This was nice. It had been a while since I’d had a meal without a lot of people talking and almost-naked females walking around. I did miss my new friends, but being here with Liam was much better.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a horse-racing guy,” I said after I finished my slice.