Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Only when I hear the bathroom door slam do I look over at her. “How was the delivery?” I ask, and she nods.
“No one followed me.” She picks up her cup of coffee, finishing it off. “I dropped off the cakes and got back all in one piece.” I nod at her.
“Are you okay with me taking Wyatt fishing?” I walk around the counter to sit next to her on the other side, where Wyatt sat.
I pull her stool closer to me as she looks at me. “I just don’t want you to feel like you need to take him out.”
“Baby”—every time I call her that, without fail her face goes soft—“you need to rest.” I push her hair off her shoulder toward her back, leaving her neck exposed. “And you aren’t going to do that if we’re home.” She doesn’t argue with me. “Also, you need to call Ryleigh and give her the heads-up.”
“But it’s Sunday,” she reminds me. “I don’t want to interrupt her on a Sunday.”
“Text her,” I counter. “Now.”
“Wow.” She pulls her phone out of her back pocket, typing in something on her phone, her eyes not looking at me. “Were you always this pushy?”
“Nope,” I answer her, “never had the need to be.” I move my head closer to hers, and her eyes come back to meet mine. “Except now.”
Her hand drops her phone on the counter as she puts it on my cheek, bending to kiss my lips. “Thank you.” My tongue slides into her mouth, the sweetness from the pancakes on her tongue. I don’t want the kiss to get out of hand, especially with Wyatt upstairs, but the minute her tongue touches mine, I want to drag her onto my lap and make the kiss last longer.
“You’re going to have to stop that,” I warn her. “The last thing Wyatt needs is to see me with a hard cock.”
Her cheeks turn pink as her eyes widen, and she looks down at my shorts. “Yeah, let’s not do that.” She pushes away from the counter. “Now, I’m going to get everything cleaned here,” she tells me. “You go get dressed.”
“And you call me pushy?” I get up from my stool on my way to her as she turns the water on in the sink. “You have to promise me something.” I’m about to talk to her when her phone rings from the counter.
She walks over to it and looks at me. “It’s Ryleigh,” she whispers and looks up at the ceiling.
“Answer it.” I move to the hallway, but not out of the kitchen, to make sure I stop Wyatt if he comes down.
“Hello,” Harmony answers, putting the phone to her ear. “I’m so sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I thought you should know.”
“Speaker,” I tell her, and she puts the phone on speaker.
“What the hell happened?” Ryleigh hisses out, and Harmony fills her in.
“I need the report number, and I need any pictures you have sent to me right now. I’m going to ask for a restraining order until we go to court,” she declares, and I can hear how pissed she is. “Also, I’m going to push to get an earlier date.”
“Okay,” Harmony agrees. “Do you think it’s okay to go back to my house?”
“Honestly,” Ryleigh replies, “no.” I fold my arms over my chest. “If he’s the type of man I think he is, he couldn’t care less that he’s not supposed to be near you. He’s going to do it because he’s a spoiled-rotten man-child who has never been told no.”
“Wow.” Harmony laughs, and I almost close my eyes and say a little thank-you that this hasn’t broken her. “It’s like you’ve already met him.”
“I grew up in Hollywood.” She laughs. “They are on every single corner. Get me the things I asked for, and let me know where you are staying.”
“I’m staying at my neighbor’s house,” she says softly. “He’s also my boss.”
“Is there more?” she asks, and I wait for her to answer. “Doesn’t matter, to be honest.”
“I don’t want to drag him into this,” Harmony adds, and now I laugh along with Ryleigh.
“Then you shouldn’t have gone to his house,” Ryleigh replies, almost laughing. “Regardless, I’ll let you know what’s going on.”
“Thank you,” she says and hangs up. “Did you hear that?” She points at the phone.
“I’m right here, baby.” I don’t move from my spot as she walks back over to the sink.
“It’s not a good idea that I’m here,” she says, wiping down the counters. “We should leave.”
“That’s not at all what she said,” I refute. “She said it didn’t matter, and she also said that he’s a douchebag, so he’ll show up at your door.” I look up and hear the bathroom door open. “That said, I’m going to get dressed and take Wyatt fishing.” She inhales. “I’m going to need your keys.”