Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I walk to the back of the truck and pick up the tree stand I brought with me. “Can you carry this if I grab the tree?”
“Sure.” She takes it from my hands and goes to unlock the door.
I flick the strap and pick up the tree. When I walk through the door she’s holding open, she points to the big bay windows at the front of the office, and I lean the tree up against the wall.
I stalk over to her and put my hand out for the stand. When she holds it out, I take it from her and go to set it up. Picking up the tree, I set it on the base and take a step back to look at it. She did well. The tree is a perfect fit.
“Do you want to decorate it?” I ask her. I’m grasping at straws to extend my time with her.
Instantly, she shakes her head side to side. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Chapter 3
Candy
We agreed on dinner and walked the two blocks to the restaurant. I can’t stop myself from ticking off things on my list. He’s handsome, he’s kind, he’s smart and funny, and he’s a gentleman. I haven’t opened a door since I’ve met him. How is it that I’m already feeling this attraction to him when I only met him a few hours ago?
He opens the door for me, and I can’t stop the smile that crosses my lips.
He puts his hand at the small of my back. “What are you smiling about?”
I lean my head back to look up at him. We walk up to the hostess stand and he tells her we need a table for two. As she leads us to our table, the hostess keeps looking back at him, her interest shining in her eyes. But him, well, his eyes are trained on me.
He tugs on my hair and I shake my head to focus on what he’s saying. He asks again, “Huh, why are you smiling?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I was smiling because you keep opening doors for me.”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Honey, if the men you go out with don’t open doors for you, then you’re going out with the wrong men.”
His hand slides from my back to my side and his fingers grab on to the curve of my hip. He pulls me against him and I’m pretty sure that my panties are soaked just from that one possessive touch.
Once he holds my chair out for me and I sit down, he sits across from me. I open the menu—heck, I need something to look at besides him. I’m sure that my eyes are filled with longing.
I take off my jacket and hang it on to the chair back behind me. His gaze roams my figure and I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he likes what he sees.
The server takes our order and I have to give her my menu, forcing me to look across the table at him.
I clasp my hands together in front of me. “So, Cane, tell me, have you always been a tree farmer?”
He leans back in his chair. “The tree farm has been in our family for generations. I help out in the holidays and take that time to focus on family. I develop apps in my normal job.”
I lift the glass of wine to my lips, the thought ‘family man’ going through my head. Clearing my throat, I ask, “What kind of apps do you develop?”
“I’ve created a few dating apps, shopping apps, a few video games… whatever project I decide to take on.” He shrugs his shoulders then asks me, “So accounting? What made you get into that?”
I lift my shoulders up and lean toward him. “Right now, I’m just an assistant. I took college classes in high school and I’ve almost finished my degree. I have always loved numbers. I love that you can add two plus two and get four… that if I have a problem, I just plug in the numbers and just like that”—I snap my fingers—“I get the answer.”
He smiles at me and nods like he understands completely. “I get it. Developing apps is the same for me. That’s great you’ve found something you love to do.”
The server walks up and sets our plates on the table in front of us. I take a bite of the eggplant parmigiana, moaning with my lips around the fork. “I love their food here.”
He leans forward, his eyes on my lips the whole time. “And I love watching you eat their food.”
Cane
She blushes and points her fork to my plate. “Are you going to eat?”
I slide it toward her. “I am. Do you want to try it?”
The smile she gives me makes me want to give her all my food and I would be content to just sit here and watch her eat it.