Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I laugh. “I’m not sure, but you can ask him when you see him today.”
“All right, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day at work, and tell Gareth I’ll see him later.”
“I will. Love you, and talk to you soon.”
“Soon, love you.”
I hang up then slip on my flats and grab my bag. When I walk into the kitchen, the boys are eating, and Sloth is lying on the floor next to the back door like he came back in and gave up moving any farther. “July said you can take Sloth in anytime today and she’ll make time for you,” I tell Gareth, going to his side and taking his cup of coffee to have a sip.
“Is July your sister who’s a vet?” Max asks, and I nod. “Why is Sloth going to see her?”
“He’s a dog. He has to go to the vet,” Mitchell says, and Max looks over at him. “It’s normal after you get an animal that you take him to get checked out. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs then goes back to eating, and Max looks at me for confirmation.
“He’s right. It’s normal.”
He nods then asks, “Is your sister going to be at dinner tonight?”
“No, tonight, you’re just meeting my parents, but you’ll meet my whole family on Memorial Day. My parents have a huge pool party and barbeque every year, and all the Maysons, along with tons of friends, show up. It’s always a lot of fun.”
“Awesome.” He grins.
“It is awesome.” I grin back then glance at the clock and take one more sip of Gareth’s coffee before I hand it back to him. “I need to stop at my place to pick up some stuff before I go to work, so I need to run.”
“I don’t know why you don’t just move in. It’s weird that you’re always here and still have an apartment,” Mitchell tells me, and Max nods like he agrees.
My heart lodges in my throat, and I stare at the two of them, unsure about what to say.
“I’ll walk you out,” Gareth says, setting down his coffee and placing his hand against my lower back as he looks at the boys.
“We know—eat and get packed up,” Max mumbles, making Mitchell laugh.
Still feeling overwhelmed, I look at the boys. “I’ll see you both tonight. Have a great day at school.” I pick up my bag from the end of the counter and make sure I have my lesson plan and the tests I graded last night before going to the door to put on my coat.
“Wait,” Mitchell calls, and I stop to face him. “Are you still picking me up after school?”
“Yeah. I mean… if you still want me to?”
“I do. I just…” He looks away for a moment like he’s suddenly uncomfortable. “It’s just we’re having a mock track meet, so you can come down to the field to watch if you want.”
My chest gets warm and tight at the same time. “Of course I want to,” I say without crying, which is a surprise. “What time does it start?”
“As soon as practice begins.” He lifts one shoulder. “About 3:45.”
“I’ll be there with all the bells and whistles.” Why did I say that? “I mean, I’ll just be there like a normal person, not with bells or whistles. That would be weird.”
He presses his lips together like he’s fighting a smile, and I hear Max snort and I look at him. “You’re such a dork.”
“I’m not a dork,” I deny.
“Babe, you’re a little bit of a dork,” Gareth says, and I tip my head back and find him grinning. “An adorable dork, but still a dork.”
“Now you guys are just ganging up on me.” I fake pout, and they all laugh. “Whatever, you’re all lucky I love you, because if I didn’t, I’d be offended,” I say, and the room suddenly grows still. I feel Gareth’s hand come to rest against my back, and I chance a look at both boys, who are now watching me with expressions I don’t fully understand. Not sure what to do, I smile like I don’t feel the weird energy beating against my skin. “Have a good day at school, guys.” I finish putting on my coat then grab my bag as Gareth opens the door for me to step out before him. When we reach my car, I open the door and bite the inside of my cheek as I reach over, placing my bag on the passenger seat. “Did I just totally mess up in there?”
“No, baby.” He turns me to face him and curves his fingers around one side of my neck. “Their mom tells them she loves them, but she never shows it, and I’m sure you understand that love is just a word without action behind it. They love you. It’s just going to take time for them to trust that you love them too.”