Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Hey, kid.” Liam comes around the corner, carrying one of my dining chairs. “How did you sleep?”
“Umm… okay.” I look from him to my chair. “What’s going on?”
“Bax is letting you store your shit here since you’re not planning on staying at Kourtney’s very long.”
“What?” I shake my head, then look at my dad when he appears in the open doorway, carrying another chair.
“Hey, sweetheart.” His eyes are soft on me and filled with concern as he places the chair next to the one Liam set down. “Bax called us this morning and told us what happened. You doin’ okay?”
Crap. I totally should have called or sent him and Mom a text last night. “I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t call, but I—”
“It’s okay,” he cuts me off. “I know you were in good hands.” He walks to where I’m standing and kisses the side of my head, catching me by surprise. I’m not saying my dad is overprotective, but he’s definitely overprotective. And any other time, he would be getting onto me for not calling him immediately to let him know what happened.
I know that for certain since I got a flat tire in Chicago a couple of months ago, and he lost his shit when I told him about it a few hours after I had gone about fixing it myself. And in that situation, he was hundreds of miles away.
“Your mom is next door, sorting through some of your boxes. She said you mentioned wanting to put your kitchen stuff and things you don’t need right now into storage.”
“Uh… yeah,” I agree as my gaze connects with Bax’s across the garage when he walks in with two of my dining chairs. Even obviously tired, he’s still gorgeous, and after last night, I feel indebted to him in some odd way. Then again, he did run over to save me—and mostly naked—having no idea what was going on or if he was putting himself in danger.
“Ready?” Liam calls out to our dad.
“Yep,” he responds, then takes his eyes off Liam and focuses back on me. “We’re going to get some more stuff.”
“I’ll be over in just a minute. I need to grab my keys and shoes from inside.”
“Take your time.” He kisses the side of my head again, then follows Liam out of the garage, leaving Bax and me alone.
“Did you sleep okay?” the beautiful man asks, moving my chairs to the top of the table while never taking his eyes off me.
“Apparently, too well. What time did you get up this morning?”
“I never went to sleep,” he replies, and guilt wraps around my insides at the soft confession. “It worked out. I was able to make room for your shit in here and talk to Talon, who confirmed that my old windows are in one of the storage buildings we own a couple of towns over. He’s going to bring us one in an hour or two.”
“You should have woken me up.”
“You needed sleep,” he counters.
“So did you.” I let out a breath, then look around at my stuff that has started to fill his garage. “You don’t have to let me store my stuff here. I can use Liam’s unit or get my own.”
“I know, but it’s really not a big deal. I don’t use the garage for anything other than my four-wheelers and my bike.”
“Yeah, but you do use it, and now you won’t be able to because all my stuff will be in here in the way,” I argue, crossing my arms.
“It’s only for a few months.”
I raise a brow. “Do you have a hero complex?”
“A what?” He laughs, pushing the couch closer to the table.
“A hero complex. Like… do you get a high from feeling like you’re saving the day or rescuing the damsel in distress?”
He grins, making my stomach flip. “Are you the damsel in this scenario?”
“I’m being serious.” I sigh, and his eyes roam over my face as his lips tip up into a much different smile—one that looks almost… flirtatious?
“I can see that.”
I can’t do this right now. I need to get my shoes and go over to Kourtney’s to make sure my mom doesn’t find anything she’s not supposed to in the boxes I haven’t had a chance to go through yet. Not that I really have anything I’m worried about her seeing, but you just never know since some of my stuff was just dumped out of drawers and into boxes by the movers. And although I’m sure my mom has assumed I’ve had sex by now, it’s not something we’ve ever talked about, so I’m not sure how she might react to finding a random unopened condom or two.
“I’m gonna get my keys and my shoes.”
“You have an iced coffee and breakfast waiting for you at Kourtney’s,” he tells my back when I turn to open the door behind me.