Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I shut my laptop and stood, rolling my neck with a sigh. It was midnight, and Sutton was long since asleep upstairs, but Weston hadn’t come home yet from a night out with Theo…assuming he was planning on coming home tonight. A knot formed in my throat, and I shook it off. Weston and I had agreed to one night, not a relationship.
It wasn’t his responsibility that I’d gone and fallen in love with him. Snagging a spoon from the drawer, I opened the freezer and took out one of the pints of Orange Dreamsicle I’d picked up for him. Then I hopped up onto the end of the island and shamelessly dug into it.
It was sweet yet understated, citrusy without being tart. Kind of like Weston himself. Man, I had it bad if I was comparing that man to freaking ice cream.
As if he’d read my mind, a key turned in the lock and the front door swung open. Weston walked in, rubbing the snow out of his hair.
He saw me as he shut the door. “You’re still awake?” He kicked off his boots and put them away with his jacket in the hall closet. The routine of it made me smile.
“Just finished editing the first set of pictures from a wedding this morning.” I took another bite of ice cream.
“First set?” He came over to me, pushing up the sleeves of his dark-gray Henley. God, I loved when he did that. There was something undeniably sexy about it.
“Only about three hundred and forty pictures to go.” I forced a smile and concentrated on the ice cream. Had he met someone while he was out? Was I going to have to watch him date another girl? Or bring someone home? The jealousy was a hundred percent absurd, and yet, just like loving him, I couldn’t seem to control it.
“Good choice.” He motioned to my ice cream.
I raised my gaze to his and blatantly took another bite, licking the back of the spoon. “It’s pretty yummy.” His eyes darkened and he moved forward, caging me between his arms but not touching me. “I figured it wasn’t quite a violation of rule number four since there’s another pint in there if you want it. Plus, I’m the one who bought them for you, so…” I shrugged.
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “You bought them for me?”
“You said you liked it.” I spooned a small bite of the ice cream.
“I do.” He leaned forward. “Just didn’t realize you noticed. Feel like sharing?” He parted his lips.
I fed him a bite, and my thighs clenched at the way his mouth moved over the spoon. I’d had that mouth on me, knew exactly what it was capable of doing. An ache settled low in my stomach. One night hadn’t been enough. I wanted every night.
He reached over and plucked our contract off the refrigerator. “You know, I think we’ve pretty much broken most of these already.”
“Really?” My breath caught as he shifted closer, the taut muscles of his stomach brushing my bare knees. Maybe I should have dressed a little sexier—especially if I wanted another night, but it wasn’t the first time he’d seen me in oversized pajama shorts and a hoodie, even if these shorts barely covered my ass. There was probably room for two of me in here, but more importantly, they were comfortable.
“No one upstairs,” he recited. “Think we crossed that one off earlier this week.” The smirk he gave me was hot enough to melt the whole pint in my hands. “And from what I remember—which is every single second—you weren’t exactly a quiet, respectful guest.”
“It’s not my fault you made me scream.” I cocked an eyebrow at him and took another bite of his ice cream.
He leaned in and I fed him another spoonful, stealing the contract out of his hand. “You did supervise Sutton’s party, so I guess that one’s moot.” I skipped number four since we’d just covered it with the ice cream. “We’re sticking to rule five.” My brow furrowed. “Well, except the way you and Sutton are on me for her to join the big mountain team. Don’t think I didn’t notice the registration paperwork on the counter yesterday.”
“All her.” His smile turned sheepish. “But I did print it out at her request.”
“Hmm.” Sutton had her sleepover, we’d been sharing the housework, and I was at about ninety-five percent when it came to picking up after ourselves, though he was still the cleanest guy I’d ever been around.
“I’d never question you in front of Sutton, but what’s your reasoning there? If you know she’s good enough, and that they wouldn’t start her on something too extreme, why not let her go for the team?”
“It’s not that I don’t want her to experience everything life has to offer. It’s just…” I searched for the right words that wouldn’t make me sound like a helicopter mom. “We’re only given one body. One. And there are some injuries that medicine can’t heal.”