Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I thought about that for a long moment.
I looked around the living room and stared, taking in all the randomly placed furniture.
Then I looked at Kristoff.
“Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?” I asked.
His grin was wicked as he said, “If you think I’m asking you to come with me on a circus tour, then yes.”
Butterflies exploded in my belly. “Since when do you work with a circus?”
He took a sip of his beer, then said, “Since always. That’s why I never could tell you where I was meeting you until the last second. About ten years ago, I stopped working as a firefighter with Mooresville, Alabama because there was a huge fire that killed a lot of kids. It wrecked me, and I needed something different. Something that wasn’t going to hurt my heart.”
My shoulders softened.
“That’s horrible,” I said.
“That’s my sad story.” He shrugged. “The circus thing came on a whim. I had no ties keeping me at home. No more family. My girlfriend—Ulitza’s mom—and I broke up. I didn’t own my own house. It was perfect…and three times the pay.”
“Three times the pay is why I’m doing sex scene staging,” I pointed out.
It was a weird job…but it worked really well for me.
I got to use my imagination, and I made a hefty whack while doing it. Oh, and I didn’t have to go into work.
It was a win-win situation.
Though, I did have to admit, working for a porn company did look kind of weird to potential boyfriends.
Though, Kristoff had taken it pretty well when I’d told him who I worked for and what I did.
“I know.” He sighed. “I’ll buy an RV.”
I blinked. “Where do you live now?”
“I live in the camper of my truck,” I said. “I pull the food trailer, but they’ll understand if I get my own trailer. Someone else can pull it.”
My heart was now pounding.
Was I really going to consider this?
“I never said that I needed an RV,” I pointed out.
His lips curved up at the corners. “We’ll need something, because I have a queen-sized bed that I already share with my toddler.”
I swallowed hard. “Is that something we can do until we figure everything out?”
He was already agreeing by nodding his head. “We sure can.”
“You don’t need to take this slow? For Ulitza?” I asked. “How will she do with this sudden change?”
“She’ll roll with the punches,” he pointed out. “Life’s forever changing. We either adapt or we’re miserable and still adapt. Plus…there’s a reason that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Seeing you tonight, in the flesh…that cemented in the fact I wasn’t allowing myself to acknowledge before. You’re it for me, and me ignoring it isn’t going to make my feelings go away.”
“And what are your feelings?” I asked, heart pounding.
“Love,” he answered. “I’ve loved you for a while…and now we’re finally going to admit it to each other.”
My heart swelled. “I texted you every time I wished you were here.”
His lips twitched. “I texted you back because I would do anything to keep you talking to me, even if it was just to yell.”
We both rounded the island at the same time.
And we were kissing in the next breath.
He had my ass up on the counter, and his hand in my hair, when Ulitza started calling for him.
He sighed, placing his forehead against mine. “Fuck.”
Giggling, I pushed him away. “Go get her.”
So he did.
And I got to know his daughter.
We all slept in the same room, and the next morning when I woke up next to both of them, I knew that this was going to work.
I would make it work, because this was the happiest I’d ever been.
CHAPTER 4
Of course I’m an organ donor. Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?
-Marlow’s secret thoughts
MARLOW
1 year later
Acting out a sex scene in an RV was harder than it looked.
Acting out a sex scene in an RV that wasn’t yours was even harder.
“That’s not gonna work,” Coffey said as he stared at me.
Coffey belonged to Simi.
Simi was one of the Singh sisters who owned the circus.
There were six sisters and one brother.
Simi, Tony (also known as Caristonia), Hades, Zip, Val, Crimson, and Keene.
I’d grown closest to Simi and Coffey.
He was the chef for the circus.
“This is getting good,” Simi said.
Kristoff pulled Coffey’s food trailer, and from time to time, Coffey and Simi would let me use their living room to work out a problem if needed.
Today was one of those days. And the very pregnant Simi was staring at me from her propped up position in the recliner as she regarded what I was doing.
“Why won’t it work?” I asked.
He pushed past the Christmas tree that was taking up more than its fair share of the trailer, then pointed at my left leg. “If you’re leg is there, there would be no penetration happening.”