Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “How does it feel to what? Let my daughter ride in a car with a kid who barely has his license? Not to mention the fact that it’s a he.”
“Oh, stop, I was talking about being a year older,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I really believe the two of them are just friends. I had close guy friends when I was her age and look at me. I never even crossed the line with a man until I was twenty-five. So he can look however he wants, but I don’t think anything is happening.”
“True,” Troy says, sipping his coffee and ignoring the age comment. “I just can’t believe our baby girl is fourteen. It just seems like yesterday we were coming home from the hospital.”
I sigh, my mind filling with memories of the past. My heart squeezes as I reminisce, but not in a sad way. I’ve been lucky to live the life I have. We have a successful law firm, the kids are happy and healthy, and Troy’s family business is thriving. I prefer to stay out of it.
“We’re so lucky to have this life,” I say to him, setting down the towel I wiped my hands on. “I still can’t believe it some days.”
“Me neither,” Troy grins. He downs the rest of his coffee and sets the mug in the black stainless sink before pulling me into him. “And I’m damn lucky I get to spend another birthday with you. As for your question, it feels fucking grand to be another year older. I think my life is perfect, Liz. I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t even need a party.”
I bite my lip, feeling his excitement against my lower stomach. It sends a shiver of arousal through my core. “Are you sure? You know I have a party planned tonight, right? I invited everyone. Gerard and Rachel are back from Italy, so they’ll be here to see us. I figured you’d enjoy seeing Gerard outside of ‘work.’”
“Yeah, it’ll be great to see them,” Troy murmurs, running his lips along my jaw. “But you know what I really want for my birthday?”
“Mmm…” I play dumb, running my hands along his chest. His muscles are taut and warm beneath his dress shirt, setting my palms on fire along with other parts of my body. “I’m not sure I do know what you really want. You didn’t make me a list like I asked you to.”
“You ask me every year for a list, and I never make you one,” he chuckles, kissing my neck. “You know why?”
“Why?” I barely manage to choke out as a moan slips from my mouth.
“Because the only thing I’ll ever want is you. Just you.”