Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I blow out a breath, feeling perilously close to tears. “This is too much.”
“No, it’s not. No one feels that way at all. You’ve put this project off for months, letting it take the back seat to literally everyone else as you work your ass off for them. This is your home, June, and we all want you to be able to live in it as soon as possible. It’ll take a load off your plate.”
“I mean, it will do that.” It’s tough to admit, but he’s not wrong. “It’ll help my stress level a lot. Maybe that’s why my stomach’s been off.”
“It could absolutely be the case. Let us do this for you, Juniper. We want to help you.”
“Am I allowed to jump in, too?”
“It’s your house, so of course you can—just not today. Today, I want you to go back to my place or to your grandma’s and relax. Hell, even the inn would work, but I want you to take it easy until you’re feeling better. You need the rest.”
“You’re so damn bossy. If I had known how bossy you are, I’m not sure that I’d be letting you do things to me all the time.”
He smirks and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You didn’t mind my bossiness last night.”
“That was different.” I laugh and then look around at all guys working in the chapel, feeling so much gratitude and love that I don’t even know what to do with myself. “You’ve already done so much in here.”
“We’re hoping to make a lot of progress today,” he agrees. “You already had all the fixtures and materials stored in your guest bedroom, so we’re installing them. If there’s anything that we do wrong, tell us and we’ll fix it.”
“Thank you.” I want to kiss the hell out of him, but the thought of doing that in front of all of these people is absolutely mortifying, so I just smile. “I mean it.”
“You’re welcome.” He winks at me, and my chest squeezes.
Damn, I have it bad for this man.
“Now, get out of here and rest. Don’t make me sic my sister on you.”
“Okay, okay.” I turn to walk out the door, but then turn back to him. “Can I sit in there and supervise? I won’t get up. You won’t even know that I’m here.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Fine. Keep all the fun for yourself, then.” He laughs at my back as I walk away.
“Have a good rest,” is all he says as he firmly shuts the door behind me, closing me out of my own goddamn house.
“Well, how do you like that,” I mutter as I shuffle over to my truck. I admit, I’m already sleepy again, and that irritates me. “I just got kicked out of my own house.”
I guess a nap doesn’t sound too bad, but rather than go back to Apollo’s place, I head for my grandma’s house.
I haven’t checked in on her in a few days, and I miss her.
Only, when I get there, she’s not home.
“What a weird day,” I mutter as I pad my way up the stairs to my childhood bedroom. My phone pings with a text from Luna.
* * *
Luna: Rumor has it that you’re not feeling well today.
“Jesus, does the entire town know? Why didn’t he just take out an ad in the paper?” Chalking the irritation up to fatigue, I reply to her.
Me: Yeah, not great. Came to Grandma’s to nap for a while.
Luna: Okay, get some rest and feel better!
After setting my phone to silent, I slide into the old familiar bed and almost instantly fall asleep.
“Don’t wake her up.”
It’s a loud whisper that I assume is meant to be quiet but definitely is not quiet.
“We need to talk to her.” Another whisper.
“She needs sleep more.”
“I’m awake.” I sit up and scrub my hands down my face. When I crack my eyes open, I find my two best friends standing beside my bed, both peering down at me with concern. “Hi.”
“Hey. We didn’t know if we should wake you,” Luna admits as she reaches over and presses the back of her hand to my forehead, which I immediately bat away. “I want to see if you have a fever.”
“I don’t.” I glance to the window and frown. “What time is it?”
“It’s after five,” Sarah says and sits at the foot of my bed.
“Holy shit, I slept the whole day away.” I scowl and stretch my arms over my head. “I hate it when I do that.”
“I’m sorry that you’re not feeling well,” Luna says and sets a basket on my bed. “We brought you a whole bunch of stuff to help settle your stomach. Ginger tea, saltines, Sprite, broth…there’s a lot in here.”
“Thanks.” I grab a pack of saltines, rip open the clear package, and stuff one in my mouth. “I’m really hungry.”