Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I noticed your dimples.”
“That’s it?” He feigns offence. “Just my dimples? What about my arse as I was walking away?”
“You have an arse?”
“I’ve decided I’m not taking you to dinner tomorrow.” He responds haughtily, but his dimples remain in place so I know he’s joking. “In fact, I’m never taking you anywhere again.”
“That’s okay. I prefer men with an arse.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re cold.”
“And you’re a pervert.”
“Yes.” His eyes zero in on my chest once more. “Yes I am.”
******
“Going to work.” My mum calls and I hear the door close. She only just got home. Does she honestly think I’m that stupid?
I will be talking to her about this male tomorrow after I get Dillan back. It’s not fair on her that she has to tiptoe around me to be happy. I want her to be happy; she deserves it.
Nathan: I’ll bring Dillan back in a few hours. Setting off shortly, just having lunch first.
Oh crap, I’m supposed to be meeting Eric in a few hours. What do I do?
Gwen: I thought you were having him until tomorrow?
Nathan: I’ve got to speak with a friend in the morning. He’s leaving for Spain in the afternoon. I can’t postpone it.
Gwen: Does this mean you’ll actually be opening the store? :-D
Nathan: I haven’t decided yet. It’s not about that. I’ll speak to you when I arrive.
Gwen: Would you like me to cook dinner?
It was originally for me and Eric, but I’m going to have to cancel that now. Not that I mind. I should, but I don’t.
Nathan: I should say no, but I can’t resist. What are you making?
Gwen: French style carbonara and then chocolate shots for dessert.
Nathan: Leaving now.
I laugh and throw my phone on the table, cursing when I realise I have to call Eric and let him know. Unfortunately he doesn’t answer. He’s probably at work, so I leave him a message and send him a text to tell him how sorry I am. I know I won’t get a response until he finishes at three, as he told me yesterday, so I begin preparing dinner for later.
I’m shocked that Sasha still hasn’t called, a little annoyed too. I’ve texted her a few times and never had a response. It’s true what they say, you do seem to lose people when you have a baby. I just never thought Sasha and Tommy would vanish off the face of the earth. It’s crap.
As expected Eric understands and reschedules for tomorrow night instead. Why do I feel so guilty about this, like I’m cheating on him in some way?
“Hey baby.” I squeal and snatch Dillan from Nathan’s arms. “I’ve missed you, yes I have!”
“Hello to you too.” Nathan says, but I know he’s smiling.
“Yeah, hi.” I don’t look at him. I continue munching on my baby boy’s chubby cheeks. “You feel like you’ve put on at least a pound.” Dillan gurgles at me, his mouth open with a smile. I kiss his open mouth and hold him in one arm. “Mummy has to cook, so you be a good boy and play in your bouncer.”
I lay him in his swinging, bouncing and vibrating chair in the living room before turning to Nathan and frowning at him. “He’s wearing new clothes.”
“I took him shopping.” I hate it when he blinks at me like that, his face expressionless.
“He has clothes.”
“Well now he has more clothes. Besides, you should have told me you’d opened a new account. I’ve been putting money into your old one since you left and not a penny of it has been used.”
I wave him off. “I lost my card.”
“Normal people order a new card.”
“I was embarrassed; that’s the fifth card I’ve lost since I met your brother, so I opened a new account at a new bank. I did it when I was living with you. Which reminds me, I really need to change the address.” I look him up and down, admiring his dark jeans and white turtleneck. “You look very nice. New clothes for you too?”
“I know you get irritated by my suits at times.”
“It’s hard to relax in a suit.” I point out and lead him into the kitchen.
He rolls his eyes. “How would you know? Have you ever worn one?”
Good point. “That’s not the point. You don’t look relaxed in a suit.”
“Well… I don’t like it when you wear those horrid wool cardigans you seem to favour so much.”
Gasp. “Those cardigans are lovely!”
“For a hippie.” He retorts playfully and leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. “You smell like a bakery.”
I shy away. “So I’ve been told.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“What did you say?” His smiling face is no more, a frown now in its place.
“Nothing, it’s just something I get told a lot.” I play it off with a happy façade and skip to the prepared food that has been sat in the oven keeping warm for the past few minutes. “Sit. Food is ready.”