Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry about it. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to refuse. He’d sworn off women for all eternity. After needing to get tested because of all the men his ex slept with, and everything that had gone wrong, he didn’t trust them.
“I’d love to.”
Why the fuck was he agreeing to go in for a drink? None of this made any sense. He didn’t want to have a drink, but then in the next second, he’d stepped foot into her home, and the door had closed.
The scent of vanilla invaded his senses and it smelled so good. It actually made his mouth water, which was completely insane. Nothing was supposed to make his mouth water.
He was trying to get back at all women with his anger.
“I better hand her to you,” Robin said. She placed Buttercup in his arms, but the little devil wanted down.
“Do you mind me putting her down on the floor? I can take her home, it’s no problem.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Buttercup is a sweetheart.”
“Tell that to the postman,” Dylan said.
This made her laugh. “Oh my, does she go for the mail?”
“All the time. She barks and nips at it, but she hasn’t caught his fingers yet. I can’t say the same about my mail, though, some of it ends up in shreds.”
She started to laugh. “That is so adorable.”
“You love dogs?” Dylan asked.
“I do, or at least I love Buttercup. How can anyone not love her?” Robin pointed just behind him and he turned to see his little angel on the floor, looking so perfect and peaceful, and so damn cute.
Yes, he loved this dog. More than he had ever loved his ex-wife. Nothing like a cheating wife to put his life into perspective.
He pushed thoughts of that cheating bitch out of his mind as she didn’t have a place in his life anymore. She meant nothing to him, nor would she ever mean anything to him again.
“Cream? Milk? Sugar?”
Chapter Two
Robin had no intention of inviting Mr. Grump—or Dylan, she had to remember that—into her home, and certainly not for a cup of coffee. She quickly glanced around her newly decorated kitchen and then looked toward Dylan, who seemed to be inspecting the place.
“This looks amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“Did you hire someone to do it, or did you design this?” he asked.
“I did. I wasn’t happy the first couple of times, but then, I don’t know, I quite like it this way. What do you think?”
“It’s awesome. In fact, I know this is rather fast, but how would you feel about doing my kitchen? I feel it needs a new lease on life and I’ve not done anything to the place since I moved in, other than, you know, dump my stuff.”
Was he asking her to help him decorate his home? She wanted to say no, but she found herself smiling and saying yes.
“But, I feel I should warn you, I’m not, like, a professional or anything.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, that’s why it took me three times, and I’m so sorry if the noise was a problem.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can’t believe you’re not a professional, this is amazing. What do you do, if not interior decorating?” he asked.
She lifted the kettle off the stove and poured them both a mug of hot water. The coffee was already in the bottom of the cup.
“Right now, I’m doing nothing. I mean, I’m not like doing nothing. I do still work. I was a very popular blogger.” She gave him the brief details of starting up a blog when she was younger, and then what happened in the past couple of years.
“Wow,” he said. “You know, I’m pretty sure my ex-wife read your blog.”
“Oh, really?”
“I think so. It does seem familiar, but I’m not sure.”
She looked at him to see him frowning.
“I thought you were married?” he asked.
“I was … married. I got divorced.”
“Right, yeah, I think I might have read something about that as well.”
Robin handed him the mug of coffee with cream and sugar. “Yeah, nothing like ending a marriage by discovering your husband has two children with another woman.” She pressed her lips together.
Why did she say that? This was way too personal. This made no sense to her. Explaining things in a blog post was a lot different than speaking to a neighbor. Her very hot, sexy, grumpy neighbor didn’t need to know the details.
“A cheater, huh?” He shook his head. “Would you believe I’m in the same boat?”
“You have a cheating husband?” she asked.
“Cheating wife. Yep, turns out my wife loved my money, the lifestyle, and all the perks of the guys I hung around with.”
She winced.
“Yeah, so I guess that sucks.”
Robin lifted her mug of coffee and took a sip. “Do you still love her?”