Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Yeah, a lot has happened and I think I just needed to cry.”
“You happy?” he questions, and that has me searching his face, seeing worry in his eyes. I never want him to worry about my feelings for him.
“When I was little, I told myself the guy I would marry would love to ride motorcycles, have a soft spot for animals, and be strong like my dad.” I place my hand on his stubble-covered jaw and run my thumb over his bottom lip. “When I got older, I never believed I would find a guy like that. Then you chased me down on your motorcycle and gave me everything I could ever want. So, no, I’m not happy; I surpassed that the first time you looked at me like I was something you wanted to devour and protect, all at the same time.”
“Jesus,” he whispers, looking into my eyes before pulling me closer and tucking my face into his neck. “Never wanted much, babe, but knew the moment I looked into your eyes that I wanted you. Just didn’t think I’d ever have a shot. I promise I’ll find a way to make myself worthy of you.”
“You’re my everything,” I tell him, then look at the clock and slide out of his arms to stand in front of him. “Sorry about the bed, but I’m not taking it back.”
“Let me know what it cost and I’ll give you the money for it.”
“Why?” I frown, going to my chair and pulling on my panties then putting on my bra.
“Just tell me the cost,” he says a little more firmly. “We won’t talk about it now, but I also need to know the house cost, so I can give you that. Then we’ll figure out the bills and shit, so we can get that worked out.”
“I told you I own my house.”
“I know that, baby, but I’m not going to be living there free and clear, knowing you paid for it and I didn’t do my part.”
“I thought we were getting married.”
“We are,” he says immediately.
“Then what does it matter?”
“It matters, because you’re not my mother; you’re my woman, and it’s my job to take care of you,” he says, but I’m still completely lost. I mean, I know whenever we go out he doesn’t let me pay, not even for groceries, and I’m fine with that—not that I have a choice—but this is a house I paid for already, so getting money back on it, when that money would just go into an account, doesn’t make sense to me. “I’m not loaded, baby, but I have money saved from the service, and work at the shop is good. I need to know that I do my part.”
I can tell by his tone that he is serious and this means something to him, so I just nod while putting on my shirt. Once I have it on, I go to him and place my hands on his thighs. “We’ll get it worked out.”
“Appreciate that, baby. You got anymore patients today?”
“A couple.”
“I gotta head back to the shop, but call when you’re on your way home and we’ll figure out dinner.”
“Sounds good.” I smile, leaning in and pressing my mouth to his.
“How much shit is your girl going to talk when I leave?”
That comment gets him a full smile as I mumble, “Tons.”
“Figured.” He smiles back and waits until I have on my pants and shoes before opening the door. I walk him out hand-in-hand, past a smiling Kayan, who laughs her, “Later, Wes.” He doesn’t reply, just gives her a chin lift and me a touch from his mouth before leaving through the glass doors.
“Maybe I should buy Z a bed,” Kayan says as soon as the door closes behind Wes. I look at her and roll my eyes.
“What? You’re not the only one with a scary-hot guy,” she mutters.
“How are things with you and Z?”
“Great between us. My parents are still being dumb, and I think my dad may end up murdered if he tells one more guy to ask me out.”
“He’s doing that while you’re pregnant?”
“Yeah, and Z is about to have a coronary because of it.”
“I bet he is.” Knowing Z and how protective he is over Kayan, I can’t imagine he’s even a little okay with what her dad is doing. Hell, if my dad was doing that to Wes and me, I’m pretty sure Wes would kill him.
“Last week, he asked Mark to call me and ask me to dinner. Z was there when I got the call, and spoke to Mark. He explained that even though my dad didn’t want to believe I’m in a relationship, I’m very much taken and pregnant, and surprisingly, Z was very nice to him and asked if he could spread the word to anyone else he knows who might hear the same thing from my father. Mark agreed that he would and told us congrats on the baby.”