Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Ryland must have noticed my worry-stricken face. He told me about the latest doctor’s appointment. How the doctor and Case’s speech therapist spoke over the phone and suggested getting Case into school a few days a week would help him expand his vocabulary while acclimating him to other kids before he heads off to preschool. My stomach sank to my damn feet. Little guy is growing up on us, and I don’t like it one fucking bit. In the end, after I told him I’d do whatever he needs, when Ryland left, it took me a minute to plant my feet on the ground, so to speak, then I packed my bags and locked up my place. I had one more stop to make, but JW wasn’t around. I’ll have to catch up with him another day.
“Well, that’s an interesting way to announce your presence,” Sienna says coming out of the kitchen and meeting me in the foyer. Her hair is wet, nearly soaking through her white tank top. I watch as a droplet of water slides down the slope of her neck, running along the strap, and when it reaches her cleavage and drops beneath the fabric, my eyes move further down. Cut-off sweat shorts rolled over a couple of times and a pair of socks with what looks like raccoons on them. “Ugh, do you care to explain why you’ve got a bag in your hand?” Instead of answering her right away, I allow myself the pleasure of scanning her body one more time before she throws a fit. My tongue slides out, gliding along my lower lip, and I watch as she tries to hide her eyes darkening with desire.
“Amos didn’t tell you?” I ask, taking a step closer. The tips of my fingers graze her smooth bare skin. Sienna’s not unaffected—gooseflesh pebbles in my wake, and her stomach ripples where I’m touching.
“Must have slipped his mind. Safe to assume you’re the help he talked about via text?” She backs away, and as much as I don’t want to let her go, I do, for now.
“Sounds about right. You cooking dinner, or you want me to?” Her nostrils flare, and a flush appears on her cheeks and chest. She’s pissed.
“I’m cooking. You’d burn the whole damn house down. The spare room is clean, thankfully. I’ll start dinner. It won’t be much, probably spaghetti.” It’s then I see the bags under her eyes. I swear to fuck if she’s doing something in that warehouse to make her miserable, I’ll lose my goddamn shit.
“I’ll do that. We’re talking. Tonight, sugar.” I bend my head to slide my nose along hers for the briefest of moments before pulling away. It’s not lost on me how Sienna’s hands hovered above my chest or how she lifted to her toes to meet me. “Like that look on you, Sienna, like it a whole fuckin’ lot.” As much as I don’t want to leave her full of desire, I know myself enough. One small taste of this woman, and the only thing I’ll be using my mouth for is to taste every square inch of her body.
“Trey.” Damn, my name coming from her lips has the power to bring me to my knees.
“Be right back.” Turning my back on Sienna is the last thing I ever want to do. Did that before to get her out of this town and to live the life she deserved before coming home. It didn’t matter that Amos had high hopes of her leaving and not coming back. Everyone knew Sienna would settle back in Arrowleaf. This place has a hold on all of us in one form or another. Most people stay after graduating high school. Some go off to school of some kind and then land back here.
“K.” Yep, shit's going to come to a head. We’ll get through this, and then I’ll have Sienna Ellison under me by the end of the night. I walk out of the foyer, hanging a right at the next doorway. Sienna's and the two spare bedrooms are down this way, and the stairs lead to Amos’ bedroom, formerly his parents' master bedroom with a pseudo-office and library attached. Before he took it over, his parents used it more for a nursery and then turned it into a sitting room. Now it's his own little oasis. He attempted to let Sienna have the top floor, but she didn’t want it. Whether it was because she knew Amos needed his own place to get away at the end of the day or because she had her own setup with the whole back porch to herself. Back then, when everything went down, I didn’t think it was smart for her to be downstairs by herself and Amos further away. She wasn’t mine then, making it impossible for me to have a leg to stand on. Then when we finally had something going, and it worked out. Sienna could sneak away to meet me, come back, and Amos would be none the wiser.