Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He gave her a proper hello kiss.
And then they headed through her store to get to her office in order to grab her stuff and get on the road.
Halfway there, he stopped them.
Archie looked up at him curiously.
Jag sighed.
Then he asked, “Where’s this couch?”
She started laughing, her black eyes alight, her expression gentle and happy and ridiculously beautiful.
Then she tagged his hand and they made a detour to look at a couch.
* * * *
The fire crackled as the velvet dark of night with its pinprick stars blanketed two dark-haired men who still had the thrill of the wind on their faces.
They sat on and laid against thick throws covering dirt and boulders in the Colorado mountains, the women they loved between their legs, using their chests as cushions.
One of the women had a certain kind of ring on her left ring finger, and soon, another would be joining it.
The other woman would have those same kinds of rings, just…later.
Not far away, two bikes sat side by side, glinting in the moonlight.
One was new.
One was old and had two lipstick kisses sealed to its tank—the kiss of the love of the man who bought that bike, and the kiss of the love of the man who’d inherited it.
Two small tents had been erected across from each other, away from the fire.
The cooler for their beer was a hitch in the side of the river that ran close to the site.
Dinner had been hotdogs and s’mores.
The bottle of whisky they were passing between them was now only half full of amber liquid.
There were no words.
No conversation.
Eyes were aimed at the fire or at the stars.
It was peaceful.
It was easy.
It was everything.
The End