Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Thank you for thinking about me. Have fun kissing while I’m gone.” That had Bates letting out a naughty chuckle as I headed out the door and Cash squeaked.
I was hoping Bates had squeezed Cash’s ass as I bounded up the stairs, but there were a lot of other things they could’ve done that would’ve gotten the same noise. I’d gotten to nibbles on Cash’s ear as I got to the other apartment, but making my list got sidetracked as I headed in and found Brady and Jude cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons.
That didn’t tell me anything about Brady being little or not, because he always liked cartoons, so I just waved and tried not to disturb them as I went into the kitchen. “Freezer run. Just ignore me.”
I was really hoping they’d just ignore me.
They didn’t.
When I came back out with the rest of the cookies, Jude and Brady were looking at me funny. “The cookies were in the wrong freezer, but if you want dessert, there are some brownies hidden at the back that I think Cash forgot about. I won’t tell if you eat those.”
Ha.
Brady turned to his Daddy and gave him the best Brady smile ever. “I like brownies.”
Jude snorted. “What junk don’t you like?”
He had a good point and it almost let me get to the door but they both sighed in unison, making me freeze in my tracks.
Had they practiced that?
“Everything went okay with Cash’s date with Bates?” Since Jude had asked nicely and without growling, I kind of felt like I had to answer.
Manners sucked sometimes.
“Yes.” Turning around, I leaned against the door and tried not to look guilty or worried. “They went to the NASA museum place out on the coast and had an early dinner, so now we’re doing dessert.”
And…
I could feel they still had questions even if I hadn’t noticed the way Brady was looking at his Daddy.
Ugh.
What else was I supposed to say?
“We had a good evening so far.” That sounded awkward even to me but was I supposed to just announce I’d been a pup?
Was it like losing your virginity?
Was it like coming out of the closet?
I’d never really been in one, so I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to do if it was closet-related.
As they stared and had some kind of silent conversation, I texted Bates and Cash.
I’m trapped. Not a hostage situation yet but they’re looking at me funny and asking about my day.
Okay, even I realized that didn’t sound traumatic but I wasn’t sure how to describe the weirdness.
Bates’s response popped up first.
Do you need to be rescued?
That was a very good question.
I don’t know.
Cash was the most helpful.
If they’re just being curious tell them you need to get down here before the cookies start to thaw.
Oh, good idea. I didn’t think either of them baked enough to know if that would be important or not.
Thanks. Oh, now they’re looking at me again.
I needed better words to describe the stress of having both of them staring at me from the couch because my current vocabulary was not good enough.
“Um, hi.” Okay, what would Brady’s mom do? “Is this a write letters kind of situation because if it is, I don’t know why we need to write one.”
“No.” Brady seemed offended enough that I felt better.
“Letters?” Jude looked confused, so I had a feeling Brady had kind of brushed over that punishment.
So I was helpful.
“Brady’s mom makes us write letters to each other about why we’re sorry and what we’re feeling after we have an argument or there’s a problem. He’s had to write a lot over the years because he’s a dramatic pain in the butt sometimes.”
Ha, if he was going to be weird, I’d tattle.
Huffing, Brady crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re so mean when your Dom dates someone else.”
Huh?
“No, I’m just mean when you’re being weird and dramatic.” I crossed my arms over my chest so he could see how silly he looked. “I just came to get cookies.”
“But you’re frustrated and probably sad and I’m worried about you.” Brady was clearly sliding toward his little headspace because he wasn’t making any sense at all.
Time for reinforcements.
Texting my boyfriends and the men who were currently my emergency plan if I couldn't save myself, I sent out a desperate message.
He’s worried about me. I don’t know why.
When Jude cleared his throat, probably thinking I was rude for texting, I just ignored him. If I was already rude a bit more wouldn’t hurt.
I didn’t appreciate Bates’s brand of help.
Ask him why he’s worried.
Cash’s was better.
Just escape. Apologize later.
That sounded much better but then Brady sighed and he was really good at that.
Shoot.
“I’m fine.” That didn’t seem like it made a difference, so I tried to think of something else. I needed a distraction.