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)
“Oh, boy.” I follow Wyatt up the stairs as he drags his ass up them. “Someone is tired.”
“No, I’m not,” he refutes, his mouth going into a yawn.
“Night, buddy,” Brady says from the entrance.
“See you tomorrow, Brady,” he replies as he makes his way to the bedroom he claimed when we got here yesterday. He puts one knee on the bed and then climbs in. “Can Brady take me to school tomorrow?” he asks me softly.
“I don’t know, buddy,” I answer. “I think he has to go to work.”
He turns on his side. “I’ll ask him and see what he says.” Wyatt doesn’t say anything else because he is asleep in seconds. I bend to kiss his head before walking out of the room, finding Brady waiting for me.
He wraps one arm around my waist. “Waited all day for this,” he says softly as he moves me to his bedroom. “Fuck, all night.” He bends his head to mine. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you two.” That’s the last thing he says before his mouth claims mine. My tongue comes out to meet his with urgency. It starts with urgency, and then it slows down, as if he’s taking his time.
And does he ever take his time. Having him lay me down in the middle of his bed as he undresses me, at the same time he kisses me, is the most romantic thing I’ve ever had happen to me. His fingertips trailing along my body drive me crazy. We spend hours touching, biting, kissing, and savoring each other. Wearing another T-shirt of his while tucked into him, I sleep like I’ve never slept before.
I get up before my alarm, making sure I don’t wake him. Which lasts until I hear a soft alarm at five fifteen before seeing him walk into the kitchen. Sleep is in his eyes as he walks around the counter, not saying a word before wrapping his arms around me from the back. Burying his face in my neck, he mumbles, “Good morning.”
“Why are you up?” I ask.
“To make sure you get out okay and keep an eye out,” he states, and my chest contracts. I get dressed, and he’s already placed the box in the truck when I get back downstairs. Delivery is a breeze, and when I walk in, he’s waiting for me. “What time does Wyatt have to be up?” he asks me as he starts making breakfast.
The lump in my throat is there when I see him smile at my son as he tells Wyatt he’s coming with us. When we walk him to the fence together, a couple of the moms look our way while he side-hugs Wyatt and he runs in. “You okay?” He looks over at me as we make our way back to the house. I don’t know how to answer him. I also don’t have a chance to answer him because I spot the police cruiser in my driveway. “What the fuck is that?” Brady hisses, putting the truck in park and jumping out. He doesn’t even wait for me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he snaps, not even close to them, but the officers both look at us.
“Morning,” one of them greets. “We’re looking for Harmony Cartwright.”
“Why?” Brady questions without me saying a word.
“We have a couple of questions to ask her,” the second one offers, and he looks like he doesn’t want to be here.
“Like?” Brady says, and I can tell he’s going to lose it, so I put my hand on his arm.
“That’s me,” I say.
“I’m Deputy Redmond,” the one who asked for me introduces, “and this is Deputy Montoya.” He motions to the guy looking at Brady, the two of them sharing a look that I have no idea what it means.
“Okay,” I say, not sure what the fuck is going on.
“We would like to ask you some questions,” Deputy Redmond repeats.
“Like?” My heart starts to speed up.
“Mr. Winston Cartwright’s vehicle was vandalized last night,” he says at the same time Brady hisses.
“He said the two of you got into a little tiff a couple of days ago,” Deputy Montoya fills in.
“You could say it was a tiff,” I finally snap, “since he showed up here and put his hands on me.”
Montoya looks at Brady, his jaw going tight. “He suspects that you did it.”
“Well, he’s wrong,” I quickly defend myself.
“Where were you last night?” Deputy Redmond asks me, his beady eyes becoming even more beady.
“She was with me,” Brady cuts in, “all night, didn’t move from my bed.” I gasp. “Now, you want to ask her any more questions, you contact her lawyer.” He slides his hand in mine. “Have a nice day, gentlemen.”
I follow him toward his house, the tears already coming down my cheeks. He lets my hand go when he opens the door and steps in. My head is down as I jump when he slams the door. “Call Ryleigh.”