Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I breathed out slowly, comforted by my friends’ assurance. “So you think it’s a good idea to tell her? To open that door? Because after I do there is no going back and I’m so sure I’ll fuck it up.”
“Maybe you will,” Cross said, and my shoulders dropped. “But no relationship is perfect. I think. Asher?”
I laughed at the utterly confused look on Crossland’s face as he looked to Asher for help.
“He’s right,” Ash said. “Daisy and I had our differences to overcome in the beginning, and even now we have disagreements. That stuff comes with the territory. What matters is that you love her and she loves you and at the end of the day, you’re on the same page.”
“I can second that,” Wes said.
“I think love is dangerous,” Gareth said. “And reckless. But I’ve got your back in whatever you need.”
I nodded. “Thank you,” I said, making sure they all heard my gratitude. “This is unfamiliar territory for me. I’m out of my league here.”
“Oh, one-hundred percent,” Asher said. “But that’s all of us.” He gestured to Weston and himself. “None of us are actually worthy of the goddesses around us, but we try. That’s the whole point—showing up every day knowing you’ve earned a jackpot of a woman and fighting every day to keep her.”
“You can do this,” Weston said. “I know it’s hard. It’s terrifying. But she’s seen you at your best and at your worst. If she were going to run for the hills, she would’ve already.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You’re right.”
“And if you do fuck up,” Crossland said, clapping me on the shoulder as we headed off toward the two black SUVs waiting on the tarmac to take us to our resort. “There’s always flowers and make-up sex. I haven’t ever had it myself, but I hear it’s amazing.”
I shook my head, laughing. “You have to be in a relationship to actually have it.” I laughed.
I piled into the back of the car with my friends, feeling more confident than I had that morning.
Tonight, I’d tell her I loved her.
I’d put my heart on a fucking platter and serve it to her.
I just hope I didn’t give her a reason to rip it to pieces.
Adrenaline crackled through my veins as I pulled the stock racing car to a halt behind the five others lined up in front of me. I may have been the last to make the final loop around the track, but there was nothing dampening the rush the race had given me.
I carefully stepped out of the car, taking off the helmet and looking over to where Alex stood with Brynn, Daisy, and Serenity in the stadium seating off the track. They were cheering for us, leaning over and sharing secrets with one and other, bright smiles on their faces. There were a couple of other girls I didn’t recognize, but I assumed Crossland had invited them. Maybe even one of them Gareth had brought, but I sure as hell knew Doyle hadn’t invited anyone other than his security detail and his daughter. I doubted anyone would be desperate enough to date him. He was such a miserable dick.
“How does it feel to come in last, Berkley?” Doyle said as we lingered in a group outside the lines of cars, all hyped up and practically buzzing from the rush.
“Feels just fine,” I said, my eyes continuously cutting over to Alex. She was impeccable, all bright blue eyes and red lips.
“Wouldn’t catch me back there,” he continued. “I don’t lose races, do I, Weston?”
A muscle in Weston’s jaw ticked, and I stepped up to his side. “Easy,” I said in a low voice. “He’s not worth it.”
Wes let out a breath, shaking his head.
Doyle had the audacity to look disappointed that neither one of us was taking the bait for a fight.
“That was incredible!” Brynn said as she rushed over to Weston, leaping into his arms. He caught her easily, his demeanor instantly shifting as he grinned down at her.
“I about lost it when you passed Asher,” Daisy said, sliding into Asher’s side easily.
“I wouldn’t have bumped his car,” Wes assured her.
“I know,” she said. “Cause I would murder you if you tried.”
Brynn laughed, but Wes’s eyes went wide for a moment.
“In a book, of course,” she said, and Wes chuckled.
“I have to say, these racing suits might be my favorite thing about today,” Alex said as she hurried up to me, her eyes raking me up and down as she studied the way the tight black racing suit covered my body.
Brynn and Daisy muttered their agreement.
“You like this better than my regular suits?” I asked, extending my arms.
“Hmm,” she said, her features shifting into a serious, studious gaze. She twirled a finger. “Turn around for me?”
I laughed, but did as she said. She had me wrapped around that finger she’d just twirled.