Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
It had been a first, doing laundry with another person, almost like they were a team. Brandt had even transferred the clothes to the dryer after Shane had fallen asleep the first time. Shane knew better than to get used to the help, but he also wasn’t above enjoying it while he had it.
“Brandt?” he called as he entered the main part of the house, stopping short at the scene in front of him. Brandt was sprawled on his back on the couch, eyes closed, chest rising and falling like he was sleeping, but one hand dangled down, rocking the baby who was strapped into her car seat. Her eyes batted open then closed again, drowsy, but not unhappy for once.
“You broke Brandt,” Shane whispered to her, battling the strangest urge to take a picture. And not simply because the scene was adorable, but also because Brandt was way too appealing asleep with his muscular arms poking out of his shirt and his scruffy jaw and his full lips, gently parted...
Yeah. Shane wanted a picture of that. Yet instead of giving into the impulse, he went into the kitchen. Brandt had done a nice job with the beans the night before, but Shane had learned early on to fend for himself with food. He found a canister of good coffee, and assuming Brandt drank it, he started a pot. Glancing back at the sitting area from time to time, he checked in on Jewel while he fixed some eggs and bacon. He made a mental note to pay Brandt back for the groceries. The guy hadn’t been expecting Shane to drop into his life like this, and honestly, Shane would give a lot to not have needed to.
The coffeepot hissed as it finished brewing, and the eggs finished at the same time as the bacon. Shane wanted to believe it was a good omen in a life with far too few of them lately.
“Coffee?” Brandt came awake with a start, one of those guys who had the talent of going from dead to the world to bolt upright in three blinks. “Smells great.”
“Good. I didn’t know how you take it, but it’s ready if you want a cup.”
“Hot, strong, sweet, and plentiful enough for seconds.” Brandt’s laugh was almost as deep and rich as the brew.
“Noted.” Shane could apply those same adjectives to describe Brandt himself, something that made the back of his neck heat. Same as all those months ago, he didn’t want to be attracted to Brandt, didn’t want the way his body reacted to the other man, but he seemed powerless to stop it. He plated the food as Brandt poured two mugs of coffee. Cozy. Like the laundry and making the bed the night before.
“Wanna take bets as to whether Little Miss lets us eat?” Handing Shane a mug, Brandt scooped up a plate and took it to the table.
“Dish duty.” Shane took the bet with a smile. “I say she’s gonna howl. If I’m wrong, I’ll do the dishes.”
“Sounds good. We’ve got an appointment with the lawyer at ten.”
“Okay. You’re sure you want me to come along?” Shane didn’t want to assume. Heck, in Brandt’s situation he might want to be alone at the lawyer simply to complain about the audacity of someone showing up with a kid on his doorstep.
“Yeah. The lawyer said there’s a medical lab nearby. It’s a cheek swab for the baby, so no big poke, but I don’t want to take her without you. And like it or not, you’re in this thing too.”
“True.” Shane didn’t want that either, didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be responsible for something so tiny and important, not when he didn’t even have his own life together. “I’m still pissed at Shelby. I never babysat or anything like that. Hell, this might be the first baby this young I’ve held.”
“No younger siblings or cousins?”
“Nah. Only the two of us. And we’ve got cousins, but they’re somewhere on the east coast. Never really met. My folks were the branch of the family tree others tended to want to prune off.”
“I hear that.” Brandt saluted his with his coffee cup. “I suppose I’ve got extended family, but they didn’t care to get involved when I was in foster care, so I’ve never felt the need to go tracking them down. Not gonna be one of those teary commercials for that genealogy website.”
“Yup. Same. Like it or not, I guess we’re all Jewel has.” The truth of that statement hit him like a boat anchor, pulling him back under, away from the good mood he’d been in since waking up.
“Guess so.” Brandt closed his eyes as he exhaled hard, as if he too were overwhelmed. Which he likely was. This was a lot to hit a person with out of the blue.