Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“I’m so glad I found you,” I murmur.
“Me too,” Noah says, and smiles when I look over at him. “The bird, not me.”
“How long have you been doing this?”
“Most of my life, but I started the sanctuary eight years ago. I have a masters in zoology from Colorado State.”
“Wow. And you came back to Cunningham Falls?”
He grins, and I feel it in my gut. Goodness, Noah King has a great smile.
“I have roots here,” he says. “It’s home.”
I nod and look back at the eagle. “He’s gorgeous.”
“You can visit him anytime you like.”
I start to decline, but reconsider. “You know, I might just do that.”
“Good.” He clears his throat. “I hate to do this in front of our feathered friend, because I’ll be embarrassed if this goes badly, but can I interest you in dinner?”
“Tonight?”
“Anytime you like,” he replies with that easy smile. “Tonight. Tomorrow. Right now.”
“It’s not even noon.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
I laugh and look down at my feet, then shrug. “Sure. A girl has to eat, right?”
“Exactly. May I see your phone?”
I hand it over, and he punches in some numbers.
“I just texted myself. If you text me with your address, I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“It’s a deal.”
I say goodbye to the eagle, and Noah escorts me back to my Jeep.
“I’ll see you tonight, Fallon.”
“See you.”
I drive away, Noah’s voice tickling my mind. The way he says my name is like a promise. Like he likes the sound of it on his tongue.
Fallon.
It’s not like me to accept a date invitation, but there’s something about Noah King that I like very much. What will one dinner hurt?