Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Hello, Annabelle.”
“Dr. Bennett asked me to call and let you know that he’s been scheduled for an emergency surgery and he’s not sure how long he’ll be. He’s not going to be able to pick the children up from camp.”
Damn it! Of course he’s not. I knew better than to count on him.
“Okay, thank you,” I say before hanging up. I glance at the clock and see it’s a quarter to four. There’s no way I’ll make it to my doctor’s appointment and to get the kids on time. I could call Bridget, but her son isn’t attending the camp, so I don’t want to drag her out with three kids to pick mine up.
Remembering Landon had offered to pick them up, I give him a call. The phone rings and rings and then goes to his voicemail. Whelp, that’s not happening.
When I get to the light, I make a U-turn so I can head to get the kids. “Call Dr. Stein,” I say into my Bluetooth. After going through the prompts, I finally get a human. “My name is Harper Peters. I have a four o’clock appointment, but I have to cancel.”
“Okay, Ms. Peters, when would you like to reschedule for?” Not able to look at my calendar while I’m driving, I tell her I’ll have to give her a call back.
I make it to the rec center only a few minutes late, thankful their camps are in the same place this time around. After asking them how their day was, we head home.
I’m in the kitchen, making lasagna for dinner when my phone rings.
“Hey,” I say to Landon, pushing the ground beef around in the pan as it browns.
“Hey, baby, I missed your call. I was in a meeting and had it on silent. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I set the spatula down and open the fridge so I can grab the ricotta cheese. “I had to cancel my appointment. Richard bailed.”
“Shit,” Landon curses under his breath. “I’m sorry. I told you I could pick them up.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s mine for believing he would actually stay true to his word. So, what was your meeting for?”
“Where are you? I was thinking we could go out to dinner to celebrate. I have some good news.”
I glance at my half-cooked meat. “I’ve already started to make dinner, but you can come over.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you in a little bit,” he says before hanging up.
I’m just setting the table for dinner when there’s a knock at the door and then a second later Landon walks through the door, impeccably dressed in an all gray suit. He spots me in the dining room and his face breaks out into a wide grin. My stomach clenches as I imagine forgetting dinner and instead, making a meal out of him. As if he can read my thoughts, his smile curls into a cocky smirk and he mouths later.
“Landon!” Ella yells, running down the stairs. “Want to go outside on the balance beam with me?”
“We’re about to eat, El,” I tell her. “Go tell your brother dinner is ready.”
When I hear her running up the stairs, I grab Landon by the lapels of his jacket and pull him into me for a kiss. “Two suits in one week… I might have to request you wear them more often,” I murmur against his lips.
Landon chuckles. “I had an interview today. That’s actually where I was when you called.”
An interview?
“I thought you were retired.”
He laughs. “Yeah, from baseball. My shoulder was giving me too many problems. But I’m still young. I can’t just sit at home every day.” He shrugs.
“Hey, Landon!” Hunter walks into the dining room and fist bumps Landon. Hunter’s wearing his jersey and ball cap Landon bought him while they were at the game yesterday with Brendan, Brian, and Simon. “Hey, man, how was sports camp?” Landon asks him, taking a seat next to me at the table. Hunter and Ella sit next to each other, across from us.
“It was fun, but I’d rather do another week of baseball camp.” Hunter grabs a couple rolls from the center of the table and butters them. “They make us play all sports.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Landon says. “I loved playing basketball in high school.”
“I guess, but I’d rather spend my time on baseball.”
“I loved dance camp,” Ella announces. “I learned how to dance to hip hop. When we’re done eating, can I show you guys?”
Landon laughs and Hunter groans.
“Of course you can,” I say.
After a few minutes of everyone eating and making small talk, I remember Landon had an interview today. “Where was your interview?” I ask.
Landon beams. “With ESPN. I’ve been offered a sports commentating position here in Providence to make guest appearances as well as occasionally host my own show.”