Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Whatever.
He put that in his cart.
Then he moved to the electronics section where he grabbed some wireless headphones.
Then he kept moving until he got to the toys. Or, more particularly, a Lego end cap that had a shit ton of massive Star Wars builds that cost four hundred dollars.
One of those went into the cart.
Then we moved to the food section where he really went wild.
M&M’s, Oreos, animal crackers, Dr. Pepper, Lay’s potato chips. On and on he went, only stopping when he got to the cold aisles.
From there he moved onto the dog section where he got what amounted to half a year’s supply of pig ears for his dogs.
Then we were back to the front of the store and eyeing the Little Debbie spring-themed butterfly rolls.
“Why are you hesitating now?” I asked curiously. “You’ve literally bought out half the store.”
He moved the cart up to the shelf and then swept every single box that they had into the cart.
It filled the cart to heaping.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “I’m just… all of this looks good. I used to be a pretty healthy eater, refusing to be one of those gaming nerds that ruins their bodies with bad food. But Jesus, I’ve missed all the ‘bad’ food that I haven’t been able to have. Then again, I’ve missed the good food, too. What I wouldn’t do for a nice juicy steak.”
I grinned at his words.
“Then I can help you there, at least,” I said. “I’ve found the most perfect way to cook in the world. It’s called a Sous Vide.” He started us toward the checkout counter and started to unload his spoils while I explained. “You season and seal the steaks into a BPA-free plastic bag. Then you dip it into this tub of water and leave it there for two hours or so while the water heats up to the perfect degree that you want to cook your steak to—medium rare, rare, whatever. When it’s done, you pull the steaks from the bag and sear them on a cast iron skillet. They’re seriously the most to-die-for thing I’ve ever had. And so easy to do.”
He looked at me with interest. “Then I accept you cooking dinner for us tonight.”
My lips quirked.
After ringing us up and using my debit card to pay—holy hell, I’d never spent eight hundred dollars on a bunch of random crap before—we headed back to the car.
Then to Whataburger which was practically across the street.
When we got inside, Hunt started to mumble under his breath.
“What?” I asked, not able to hear him.
He turned and bumped me slightly with his shoulder, causing me to teeter slightly because I hadn’t been expecting the move.
He caught me around the shoulder and pulled me into his side.
I expected him to let me go, but he didn’t.
He kept me with him, snug to his side, with his arm around my shoulders, as he continued to stare at the board. “I’m trying to decide if I should get two meals or one. For myself. You have to order whatever you want.”
My lips turned up at the corners. “I’d say two. I mean, what’s it going to hurt if you don’t finish it?”
He squeezed my shoulder, his head nodding in agreement. “You’re right. If I don’t finish, I can throw it away. If I only got one, then I would want more and then I’d have to wait for the order to arrive.”
After placing our order, we sat down in a booth that was decorated with football memorabilia from the local high school.
And, of course, my eyes went there instead of staring at the man in front of me.
The man that was my husband.
The man that was to-die-for hot, had a voice like sin, and was hard around all of his edges.
My husband.
Holy shit.
The last couple of years it had been fairly easy to ignore that fact. I mean, other than around tax season when I had to file taxes—mine and his—I hadn’t really given it much thought.
Because giving it too much thought meant that I had to actually admit that I was married.
That I’d done something rash that had actually helped save me.
Hell, even my own best friend didn’t know the details to what was going on.
I’d kept it all hidden, and, in fact, would likely keep it that way for as long as I could.
Though, with Hunt being home, that meant that today was my last day in his house.
I’d have to go find somewhere to stay.
Maybe I could stay at Six’s place since she’d started staying with her new man.
That would…
“Were you a cheerleader in high school or anything?” he asked, momentarily disrupting my thoughts.
I shook my head. “I was in private school. And I was not permitted to do extracurricular activities thanks to my aunt.”
He frowned. “What’s going on with your aunt by the way? I haven’t gotten an update in a couple of months.”