Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she says, her breathing becoming more steady.
I slip out from under her and lean over and kiss her again. I can’t seem to stop. “Meet me at the barn behind the B&B after you wake up.”
Zoey lets out a sigh, and she’s soon falling back asleep. She’s not used to my alarm clock yet, so I know it woke her.
“I’ll text you,” I whisper, then get dressed. As I sit on the edge of the bed and slip on my work boots, I glance over my shoulder at her, sleeping so peacefully. I’m three seconds away from hopping back into bed, but my dad would know, and he’d bust up in here to kick my ass. Being love-sick isn’t a proper excuse. Not one he’d accept anyway.
On the way over to the office, my smile doesn’t falter. Zoey’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been, and to know she’s going to stay with me and be my wife just feels unreal. When I walk into the shop, Diesel is already there with a smug look on his face.
“Oh, guess you didn’t die from sex overload,” he jokes, checking his watch.
I look up at the clock over the door. “I’m five minutes late.”
“Which still makes you late and now behind,” Fisher says, and I glance over, rolling my eyes. Nothing they say will spoil my good mood this morning. Life is too fucking perfect.
“I’ve already fed the animals,” Diesel says.
“Your hustle’s been quite impressive lately,” Fisher tells him, and I nearly die of a stroke that he gave Diesel a compliment. It’s kinda scary how they’re getting along. Maybe they’ve turned a new leaf, or maybe Diesel’s more concerned with Rowan dating an older man and has forgotten about Fisher stealing Gretchen. Though I don’t really want him thinking about my little sister either.
“Grandma said she wanted a new garden shed built for all of Mila’s tools. Right now, she’s keeping them in the barn with all the side-by-sides, and it’s becoming too crowded.”
Diesel huffs, crossing his arms. “A few shovels don’t take up that much space.”
“She has eighteen bags of fertilizer and forty bags of soil, six shovels, a cart, three wheelbarrows, and a dozen water hoses,” Fisher corrects.
“Fuck. She’s serious about this gardening, isn’t she?” Diesel eyes go wide. “I had no idea.”
Fisher gives us the plans for the building, and I study it. “I think we can have it framed by this afternoon.”
Diesel looks over my shoulder. “We’re pouring concrete for this? Seriously?”
“It won’t be that bad,” I encourage, though I can tell he’s already in one of his moods. Fisher sends us on our way, and we start loading the supplies in the back of the old work truck—hand mixers, a dozen bags of cement, and extra shovels.
“You survive last night after I left the show?” I ask him as we drive across the ranch.
He looks at me with a lifted eyebrow. “I should be asking you the same thing.”
I chuckle. “I survived just fine.”
“I want to bash that Trace guy’s head in. What the actual fuck?” Diesel is livid all over again, and I can feel my blood pressure rising at the thought of it.
“I want him to stay away from her,” I admit as we pull up to the garden. The area where Mila wants the shed is already staked out, so it makes our job a lot easier.
Diesel continues talking shit about this Trace guy as we start unloading everything. “He’s too fucking old for her and knows exactly what he’s doing with a girl that young. I don’t want her to get taken advantage of,” Diesel admits. “Because then I’ll have to bash his ugly face in.”
“Spoken like a second older brother,” I tell him, chuckling.
He stiffens, then changes the subject. “Has Zoey made up her mind yet? I imagine you two didn’t do a whole lot of talking last night.” He sets the bags of cement down and then pulls out the mixer.
I want to scream out so everyone can hear the good news, but I somehow contain my excitement. My smile’s so wide it nearly hurts. “Yeah, she’s decided to stay and be my wife. We’re gonna make it work for the long haul.”
“You’re welcome,” Diesel says proudly. “If it weren’t for me…”
“Oh, don’t even give me that bullshit. But since it worked out, I guess I can thank you now.” I snicker. Grabbing the two-by-fours, I check the specs Fisher gave me this morning, then remeasure our cuts before we build the form for the concrete slab. After everything is set, Diesel and I nearly break our backs mixing the crushed rock and water.
“So I get to name your first kid, right?” he teases. “Wait, does she want to have kids? A boy named Adam?”
I laugh. “Yeah, she does eventually. I’d seriously have a million babies with that woman.” Hell, I’d knock her up now if she were ready. Imagining her carrying my child with a cute round belly makes my cock twitch.