Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I’m on it.” I climb out of bed, and she rolls over on her belly.
“This bed feels cold and way too big without you in it.”
“Mine’s a king. How do you think I feel?” I ask her. Sliding into my jeans, I button them and quickly pull my shirt over my head. “Get moving, lazybones.” I smack her on the ass and head for the small living room.
After slipping into my shoes and socks, I grab her keys and make my way down the steps. The post office is just two blocks over, so I decide to walk. It’s a nice morning, warmer than normal for early May. It’s going to be a great day to be out on the water. Maybe a little chilly with the wind, but I’m still looking forward to it. Not only do I love being out on the lake, and the first time of the season is always full of anticipation after a long winter, but this time Aurora is going to be there with me. That alone is a game-changer.
I’m headed back to the bakery with my arms full of mail. I need to remember to check this for her at least every other day. I know her hours are crazy and she’s exhausted trying to do it all on her own. Well, with just her and Aspen. She’s finally placed an ad in the paper that’s supposed to go out today. Her previous interviews didn’t show up. Hopefully, she gets some good candidates out of the ad so they can both get a break.
As I round the corner, I spy a man with his face pressed to the glass of the bakery. “Hey!” I call out to him as I quicken my steps. “Can I help you with something?” I ask him.
“Nah, just looking for my fiancée.”
“Well, the bakery is closed today.” Something about this guy is off. He’s shady at best.
He nods, mumbling something under his breath. “You should probably get going,” I tell him.
“Yeah,” he says, turning to look back into the bakery windows. “She knows I’m around,” he says cryptically.
I’m ready to tell him to move the fuck on when he turns and walks away. I watch him go until I can no longer see him. An uneasy feeling sits in my gut. I’m not getting a good vibe from this guy. I need to make sure Aurora and Aspen both know to keep an eye out, and I need to get someone in here to take a look at their security system. Hell, maybe they should move in with me for a while. My condo has three bedrooms, one is an office, but we only need two. Aurora can room with me.
Unlocking the door, I slip inside, ensuring that it’s locked and the door is pulled tight. I take the stairs two at a time. “Aurora!” I call out for her.
She sticks her head out of her bedroom door. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. There was just some creepy guy standing outside the bakery, and my first instinct is to make sure you’re okay. Even though I knew you were.” I take the final few steps down the hall and press my lips to hers. “I have your mail. I’m going to have to start checking this for you. Look at all of this.” I hold up the stack of mail.
“That’s unusual. We’re on paperless billing for most of our accounts. We hardly ever have any mail. Just place it on the counter in the kitchen, and I’ll look at it later.”
Going back to the kitchen, I place the mail on the counter and grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, just as she comes out dressed and ready to go. “Ready?” she asks.
“Change of plans, we’re just going to stay home.” I let my eyes roam over her curves and fuck me, I want to take her back to bed.
“What? Why?”
“Because you look hot as fuck, and we have the place to ourselves.”
“Actually, we don’t. Aspen is on her way home. She’s going to meet us at your parents’ place in an hour.”
“Fine.” I pretend to be put out when I’m anything but. “I guess we better get moving. You want one?” I hold up my bottle of water.
“Yes.” I reach into the fridge and grab her a bottle, following her to the front door. “I’m going to have a guy come out and check your security system. That guy freaked me out. I hate the two of you living here all alone.”
“We’re big girls, Grant. We can handle it,” she says on our way to my SUV.
“I knew you would say that. That’s why I didn’t start with the two of you staying with me.” I toss the suggestion out there. I open her door for her, lean in, and press a kiss to her lips before rounding the SUV and sliding behind the wheel.