Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Better to not tell her the name just yet.
“Did you know that the eyes are the window to the soul? And did you know that having two different colored eyes is an indicator that someone or something has been possessed?” she wondered.
My lips formed into a crooked smile. “I see that you really have an obsession with the supernatural.”
“If the lights flicker, I’m drawing a salt circle,” she commented with a dead face. “Also, if we ever encounter Dean from Supernatural, I’m leaving you and the baby behind if he’ll have me. Just prepare for that.”
My lips twitched. “If Lara Croft Tomb Raider ever walks off the screen and twenty years into the future, you’re going to be forever on your own, too.”
Her lips formed into a smile. “Go get dressed, weirdo.”
I rolled my eyes, gave her the cat, and walked to my room.
I came back moments later with her standing at the back door looking at the cat that was taking a shit on the lawn like a dog.
“The cat doesn’t even cover it up,” she mused as she heard me coming. “A dog for real. In a cat’s body.”
I chuckled. “I haven’t known Snowball long.” I waited for her reaction, and it wasn’t long in coming. Honestly, it was quite cute, the gasp and spin. “But I like her. She’s pretty cool. She’ll even fetch.”
“You’re joking,” she said.
I shook my head, picked a small purple ball off the floor with the word ‘Boo’ in orange letters all over it, and opened the door.
I called Snowball with a whistle and waited for her to come inside before I threw the ball across the room.
The cat darted after it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She came darting back and dropped it at my feet, waiting for more.
We did this for a few more minutes before Blaise said, “As much as I’d like to keep playing with this phenomenon you call a cat, we need to go. My doctor’s kind of a dick if we’re late. Not that she has any problem leaving me in a room naked with only a paper sheet covering me for twenty minutes.”
My lips twitched. “You don’t like her?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know her. But she was considered the best of Deep East Texas by the newspaper, and apparently that’s a big deal. My brother’s wife pulled a few strings to get me in with her. She’s a bit of a drive for me, though, since I have a house in Souls Chapel, and she’s near Bear Bottom, but apparently, she’s worth it. Anyway, today I’m seeing the on-call doctor so we shall see if all of the doctors are the same.”
I gestured toward the front door. “Come on. And when we’re done, you can use my truck to drive until yours is out of the shop.” I held the door open for her to exit, and she did, brushing past me and causing my body to jolt in surprise.
I know that she didn’t mean to brush my cock with her hand, but it was enough to cause things inside of me to tighten in anticipation.
“My dad’s looking at it right now. He can’t find the source.” She paused. “Of course. Every time he looks at it, he ‘can’t find the source.’ He thinks that I’m making it up because I hate the car.”
“Do you hate the car?” I asked curiously.
She shrugged. “Yeah. When he co-signed for a vehicle with me, he made me get what he thought was suitable. I call the car one of those little windup cars. You know the ones that you have to pull back the car to get it to go forward? That’s what it feels like when I’m driving it. I hate it. And it’s a front-wheel drive, so the traction is shit. And it sounds like a weenie.”
I chuckled as I opened the door to my truck for her and helped her get inside.
We both froze when my hands met her waist.
I had a problem letting her go.
“We’re going to be late,” she mused when I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and pressing my forehead against her sternum.
My face was practically between her breasts.
“I know,” I mumbled, not able to stop myself. “I’ve missed the hell out of you. Not seeing you these past few weeks was torture.”
Eventually I let her go, but not before I took one deep inhalation, savoring her scent.
“You mind if we roll the windows down?” she asked. “I don’t know what it is about cars lately, but I can barely handle the smell of one. Let alone driving in one.”
I immediately rolled the windows down, and on the way to the office, I talked to her about nothing consequential.
Which meant, the topic of her pregnancy, her life down here, or our non-relationship never got brought up.