Is This Love (Everlasting Ink #2) Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Everlasting Ink Series by Kaylee Ryan
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
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Ignoring my body's need for him, I do as I’m told and eat my warm, buttery toast and polish off the rest of my eggs. I clean up after myself, washing my dishes, since we’re leaving for a few days, and no one wants to go home to a sink full of stinky dishes. By the time I’m done, Legend is walking into the kitchen with a duffle bag tossed over his shoulder. He grabs my bag as well.

“I’m taking these out to the truck. Are you ready to head out?”

“Yes. I just need to get my purse and phone.”

“Great. I’ll be back to lock up. Don’t worry if we forget something. We can pick it up when we get there.”

He moves out to the truck, and I rush back to our room to collect my purse and my phone, which is still charging on the nightstand. Legend is in the kitchen, checking the back door when I exit the bedroom. He holds his hand out for me, and I take it. There is no one around who we need to put a show on for, but I’m not passing up any form of intimacy with this man.

Not ever.

Our fingers are laced together as we walk out the front door. He locks up and leads me to the passenger side of his truck, pulling the door open for me.

“Thanks,” I whisper. I’m still out of sorts over his comment.

Legend’s quiet as he waits for me to get buckled in before closing my door. I watch him as he takes his time walking around the front of the truck and opening his door to slide behind the wheel. Reaching over, he hands me his phone.

“You get to be the DJ.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Happy wife, happy life.” He grins.

“So, I get whatever I want, whenever I want it?” There is humor in my voice. He knows I’m kidding. I’m not high-maintenance, and I don’t expect him to continue to spoil me like he has been since—well, since this charade started.

He keeps his eyes on the road, but I can see his grin. “Yeah, gorgeous, that’s exactly what that means.” He pulls out onto the road.

“So, if I said we’re eating tacos for every meal while we’re gone?”

“Good thing I like tacos.”

“Too easy. You’ll eat anything.” I laugh, and so does he. “Okay, what if I said I want a foot rub every night before bed?”

“Done.”

“Just like that?”

He glances over quickly before putting his eyes back on the road. “You sound surprised. There is no part of my hands on you that sounds like a bad idea to me.”

My heart trips over in my chest. Flirty Legend I can handle. I’ve dealt with him for years. Sweet Legend, I have no idea what to do with. He has me feeling like I’m a puddle of goo. The swoon this man brings with his words is next level. I’m going to have to harden up. I need to erect some concrete barriers around my heart if I’m going to attempt to make it out of this arrangement of ours unscathed.

Again, the man has left me speechless. Heat fills my cheeks. I’m not usually one to get embarrassed, and I’m not now either, but I am turned on. I ignore his words because how do you respond to that? Instead, I tap the screen of his phone, and my breath hitches when I see his home screen.

“Where did you get this?” I hold up his phone.

He glances over, and the smile he gives me could end wars. Trust me, it’s that lethal. “My mom took it. She texted it to me this morning.”

I stare down at his phone. It’s a picture of the two of us yesterday at our wedding reception. Legend is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his head bent next to mine. We’re both laughing and smiling. The picture—it’s convincing. We look like the epitome of the happy newly wedded couple.

My fake husband made his home screen a picture of us on our wedding day. No one will see his phone but him, and, well, apparently me.

“I love it,” I say softly, staring down at the phone in my hands.

“Me too. She’s going to print me a copy for my room at the shop.”

“You’re going to put a picture of us in your room?” That’s a big deal. All of his clients and our friends will see it displayed. Our friends know we’re pretending, but still.

“Why wouldn’t I put a picture of my wife and me in my room?” he asks. His brow furrows as if he’s really confused as to why I would be shocked.

“I guess because we’re pretending.”

“There is nothing pretend about the fact that you just took my last name, Monroe.”

This time, it’s not just my heart that flips in my chest, but my belly is flopping too. It feels as though there’s a swarm of butterflies taking flight. “You know what I mean. We’re just pretending.”



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