Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Tripp narrowed his eyes at his sister. “That was a low move with the Bengay.”
Waylynn flashed an evil little grin. “Are we clear, gentlemen?”
Each of them mumbled something under their breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Waylynn asked.
“We’re clear,” Tripp snapped. “We won’t touch him, but let me make something clear.”
Walking closer to me, Tripp stood inches from my face. “You so much as make a tear slip from her eyes, and I’ll rip your goddamn heart out and serve it to my brothers.”
I didn’t think I’d ever felt my heart beat so fast. “I promise you, I won’t.”
How in the hell my voice sounded so calm was a fucking miracle.
Clapping her hands, Waylynn kissed each of her brothers. Wade walked over to stand next to me.
“They would’ve gone easy on you. I hardly felt their punches.”
“Oh, my God. Each of them would have actually hit me?”
Wade chuckled. “Fuck yeah, they would have. Waylynn totally saved your ass.”
“Well, shit, I figured they drew straws to see who would throw the punch.”
Giving my shoulder a squeeze, Wade flashed a bright smile. “Welcome to the family, dude.”
I glanced over to Tripp. He made a motion with two fingers showing he’d be watching me. Forcing a smile, I replied to Wade quietly, “It’s a damn good thing she’s worth the hazards of dating her.”
He laughed loudly. “The Parker women are for certain worth it.”
As I watched Waylynn make her way to each brother, I knew in my heart she was more than worth it. I let out a sigh when she walked over to me. “My savior,” I whispered, kissing her gently on the lips.
Her eyes watered some before she glanced down and then back up at me. “You know what I’m in the mood for?”
I wiggled my eyebrows, making her giggle. “Yes, that. But seriously, I need a big bowl of ice cream.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and headed toward Cord’s door. “Then ice cream you shall have.”
Glancing over her shoulder, Waylynn called, “Evening, boys. Behave yourselves and make sure you check those boxers before you put them on.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as we made our way down the stairs.
Life with Waylynn Parker was going to be anything but boring.
Chapter Twelve
Waylynn
My cell phone dinged, and a smile came automatically when I saw his name.
Jon: Thinking about you.
Picking up my phone, I replied.
Me: Same here.
Jon: Tell me what you’re doing right this second.
Me: Staring at fabric samples for the benches and chairs for the lobby and reception area.
Jon: Fun times. They should be getting there soon to install the floors.
As if on cue, the front door of the dance studio opened.
Me: They just walked in.
Jon: I’ll be there as soon as I finish up getting these windows in at this house.
Me: No rush. See you soon!
Jon: Kisses!
Me: Hugs!
Smiling, I ran my fingers along my lips. How I loved Jonathon Turner’s kisses. After nearly two weeks of officially being boyfriend and girlfriend, I’d gotten a lot of those kisses. And in places that made my body tremble just to think about it.
“Ms. Parker? I’m Randy Leman, owner of Premiere Flooring. Jonathon said you were expecting us.”
I made my way out of the small office in the lobby. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“I’ve gotten the instructions from Jonathon, but do you want to walk through each dance room as well, so we’re all on the same page?”
“Sure,” I replied with a smile.
Randy smiled bigger, and it wasn’t lost on me how he quickly gave me a once over.
“There are four dance rooms,” I started, making my way through each area. Each room was connected to the others by a single hallway with my office, the kitchen, and another office on the opposite side. Each room was glass almost all the way around, except on the ends.
“One is the ballet room, one for tappers, and two ballrooms.”
“Right.”
“From what Jonathon has told me, the subfloor frame will be built, then a high-density foam over the plywood and then the floors.”
“That’s correct, Ms. Parker.”
Turning to look at him, I stated, “Waylynn is fine.”
He nodded. “Waylynn, it is.”
We stood there for a few brief seconds as he smiled at me. “The performance surface?”
“Yes, I’ve got the northern hard maple floor ordered for all four rooms,” he replied. “It was birch, at first, and Jonathon said y’all changed it after looking at the hardwoods.”
“That’s right. We decided on maple. How long do you think it will take to install the floors?”
“I’ve got a full crew here, so I’ll say two days at the most, for each room.”
I glanced around as we stood in the ballet room. “Wow, okay that’s pretty fast.”
“It could be faster. We’ll see how everything goes.”
I took a good look at Randy. He was probably a few years older than me, good looking, and the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off me should have been flattering. But it gave me the opposite feeling.