Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
My mouth dropped open and I leaned back in his arms, threading my hands down the sleeves and pushing each up past my elbow.
He yanked my sleeves back down, then rolled them up for me before patting my shoulders.
“Go,” he ordered, leaning down to give me a heated kiss.
I moaned, pressing into him slightly more before I pulled back with a sigh.
“Shit, I gotta go. I really want that coffee pot,” I explained. “I need it.”
He shook his head and stepped out of the way, sweeping his arm out in a grand gesture to wave me through.
I smiled and hurried past him, jumping only slightly when his hand met the meat of my ass.
“Ouch,” I tossed a glare at him.
He held his hands up. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Right,” I said, shaking my head. “Gotta go. Remember Ella needs to be changed before you lay her down in bed.”
I knew he was going to go back to bed, too.
Last night had been the crazy chaotic Black Friday rush, and he’d had to respond to not one, but five wrecks and two assaults.
“Love you, big boy!” I called, hurrying out to the garage.
Then came the real dilemma.
My eyes moved from my SUV to my husband’s truck. Back and forth I went before I smiled, easily coming to my decision.
I didn’t miss the sigh as I walked toward my destination.
Sliding into the truck, I tossed my purse into the passenger seat, buckled my belt and started it up.
The Cummins Turbo Diesel rumbled to life, shaking the entire truck with the force of the start, causing me to giggle.
My eyes turned to the garage where my husband was staring at me with comical understanding in his eyes.
I rolled the window down, staring at him until he spoke.
“Don’t wreck it,” he ordered.
I gave him a thumb’s up.
“And don’t hurt anyone,” he continued.
Another thumbs up.
Putting it into drive, I slowly started to pull out of the driveway. (Like all men, he had to back into his spot because that was the ‘safest’ way to get out fast should he need to).
I smiled as I felt the power just waiting to be unleashed in the accelerator.
“Why are you taking my truck again?” My husband yelled just as I was about to unleash the beast.
I turned to him, seeing him standing there in his work clothes with a look of knowing on his face.
I smiled at him and blew him a kiss. “Because it has that ‘move bitch, get out the way’ vibe that I’m going for.”
He shook his head.
I winked at him and then I unleashed the beast.
Those Black Friday shoppers wouldn’t know what hit them when they saw the big black Dodge, lifted, with thirty-five inch tires and a bumper made for destruction.
Let’s just say, everyone moved out of my way.
Two hours later, I was just pulling out into traffic when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered, knowing it was Booth before I even answered it.
“Will you meet me at the fire station?” he asked. “I forgot to give the medic key and they can’t move it until I get there.”
“Sure,” I said. “But why do I need to meet you there?”
“Aaron’s here. I just wanted to shoot the shit with him for a few, and I didn’t want to do it with Ella,” he answered truthfully. “It’s too cold here.”
Rolling my eyes, I altered course to the fire station, pulling up five minutes later and parking the truck in the visitor’s parking spot right at the front.
The entirety of A-shift was standing outside looking at a new Tahoe with lifted tires that made it look a little bit mean.
I slid out of Booth’s truck, staring at the beauty in awe.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” I whispered, being sure to keep my voice low so none of the men surrounding the SUV heard what I had to say. “Lucky fuckers.”
“What was that?” Booth asked, breaking away from the group and coming to me.
He had Ella swaddled up tight in a blanket that his mother had bought her.
She was asleep and dead to the world, safe as she could be in her daddy’s arms.
“Nothing,” I murmured, smiling down at my little mini me.
She had my everything.
Eye color. Hair color. Skin tone.
The one thing she did have of her father’s was the small patch of black right under her pupil, making it look elongated just like his.
He pulled me into his chest, his hand on the back of my neck as he did.
“Did you have fun?” he asked. “Spend lots of money?”
“I think I bankrupted us,” I admitted. “I’m pretty sure I just charged five hundred dollars onto my store credit card.”
“Uh oh,” he said. “That’s not good.”
I smiled, knowing he didn’t really care how much I spent.
He was used to my spending habits, knowing that I’d slow down if he needed me to.