Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He stayed like that for a few long seconds, then patted my belly twice.
“Though, sandwiches wouldn’t go unaccepted.”
I rolled my eyes at the subtle hint to make him a sandwich, and went to the kitchen.
“Anybody else want one?”
Every last one of them raised their hand.
Eight sandwiches later, I had a windmill hung, and it looked flippin’ awesome.
“That’s beautiful,” I breathed, staring up at it in awe.
“Fuck.”
I turned to find Baylor staring at his phone.
“What?”
“Lark.”
He need not say more.
Lark and Baylor had a thing. One that I wasn’t sure I understood.
But the thing they had they kept private, and it left the rest of us to wonder what in the hell they were doing.
“Gotta go.”
Then he was gone, leaving without another word.
“Fifty bucks says they’re doing it.”
“Two hundred says they’re married by the end of the year.”
“Five hundred says she’s pregnant by the end of the year.”
I started to laugh, and walked to my man, who was finishing off the remains of his sandwich.
“Thank you!” I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He pulled me in close, then said the words that never got old.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“What about get me a puppy?”
“Anything but that.”
We compromised, and two days later, I had a puppy. One that Tate pretended to hate, but secretly loved.