Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“She did spend a great deal of time waiting for you to come back to the castle before she left.”
His words are like salt in the wound and I grit my teeth. “I can’t believe you let her go.”
“If I recall, I wasn’t the one who snuck out on her at first light.”
When I turn around to face Simon, I’m ready to knock his ass to the ground. But the stern look in his eyes anchors me in place and the feeling of father and son passes between us. He might not be my biological father, but Simon is the last tie I have to my parents and I know he cares for me. He looks out for me like a father would and I respect him. It’s the reason I let him so close to me and allow him to run the place. He has my best interest at heart, so even though his words sting, they aren’t wrong. There’s no use denying it and we both know it.
“I…” I open my mouth to say something, but how do I even begin to defend my actions? I let out a deep breath and he steps closer.
“I made sure Celia went with her. They should be back in a couple of hours.” I feel his hand squeeze my arm and I nod. “I think you should go and get cleaned up, and while you do, think of something nice to do for her.”
“Like what?” I sound defeated even to my own ears.
“You’ll think of something.” He gives me a soft smile before he walks away towards the castle.
How do I apologize for leaving her bed after what we did last night? I’m not good with words and Simon knows it. That’s why he’s telling me to think of something I can do. I wrack my brain as I go inside and already I can feel that the castle is different.
She’s done something in the short amount of time she’s been here and I can’t put my finger on it. Pippa has a light around her that makes these stone walls feel warm and loved. Is that why I don’t want her to leave, because she’ll take the feeling with her? Or is it because she’ll take the feeling from me?
As I climb the stairs to my room I think about how she’s changed me and shaped a future I never thought possible. Thoughts of her and a life together form and suddenly I know exactly what to do.
Chapter Twelve
PIPPA
“He’s going to be pissed.” Celia sighs from the passenger seat of my car and my hand wraps around the steering wheel tighter.
He’s going to be pissed? I’m the one that’s pissed. I never get mad but it’s been a crappy day. From the moment I opened my eyes and found Timber gone, it’s been one thing after another making my day worse and worse.
“I don’t care,” I snip, letting my anger get the better of me. “Sorry,” I add quickly.
This isn't her fault. She got volunteered by Simon to come with me when he saw I was leaving. The flowers had to be handled and the stupid internet was knocked out in the storm last night. I couldn't get any of the pictures they were trying to send me to load, so I said I would go see them in person.
I needed to get out of the castle anyway. Every second that I sat there and Timber didn’t come for me, the more upset I got. If I wasn't there then he couldn't find me and I wouldn't have to think about how he wasn’t even trying to. I refuse to chase that man. He willingly got out of bed this morning and left me alone after he all but demanded I never run from him again the night before. What a jerk. He doesn’t make any sense. I was so sure he’d be there in the morning and it hurt when I saw how wrong I was.
What I hadn’t counted on today when I left was another small storm and a nail in my tire. Not to mention the flowers look horrible. I had to cancel the whole order and now I have none. I don’t know what I’m going to do but I have to figure it out. I won’t let my sister down. I need to get it together because all I want to do right now is cry. I have to focus on the anger but I think I might be one of those people who cry when they get mad.
“Take a deep breath, honey. You got this.” I nod in agreement at Celia’s encouragement. I can do this. I couldn't change a flat tire but I can deal with some flowers.
I tried with all my might to get that damn tire off but it didn’t budge. I’m so thankful some nice man stopped and helped us because my phone was dead and Celia hadn’t brought hers.