Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Really?” I respond, shocked. “I’ve found them to be pretty accurate.”
“What was the last thing you googled?” she asks me.
“The weather.” The words come out right away. “This morning.” Fine, I did it on my walk, but it still counts. She eats a couple more bites of the omelet. “So when do you want to leave?”
“Whenever you are ready,” she replies, putting down her cup of coffee. “I’ve finished my work, so I can go whenever.”
I nod at her. “Well, let’s clean up and we can head out.”
She claps her hands in excitement. “Beatrice, I’m going on the water,” she tells her. “Isn’t that so much fun?” I swallow the rest of my coffee to keep my mouth busy before I tell her that I’ll take her out every day.
CHAPTER 17
VIVIENNE
“What was the last thing you googled?” I ask him, wondering if he googled me. I’m not sure if he would find anything or not. I haven’t googled myself in a while. In the beginning, I used to google to see if someone figured out if I was Cooper Parker, but so far, my secret is safe.
But he answers right away without skipping a beat, so I know it has to be the truth. “The weather. This morning.” I take a couple more bites of the omelet, the whole time my stomach is doing somersaults. I have to drink some coffee to calm myself down. “So when do you want to leave?”
“Whenever you are ready.” I put down my cup, trying not to sound like a giddy teenager. “I’ve finished my work, so I can go whenever.”
He nods at me, and I love the way his eyes look this morning. They are on the gray side. “Well, let’s clean up, and we can head out.”
I can’t contain myself after he says that, clapping my hands. “Beatrice, I’m going on the water.” I hold her face in my hands. “Isn’t that so much fun?” I kiss her on the nose, and she licks my face.
“I’m going to go clean up my boat.” I stand. “Should I prepare lunch?” He shakes his head. “I’m going to anyway.”
“I was going to head out to the bakery down the street and grab a couple of things,” he informs me. “So how about you do what you need to do, and we meet here in about thirty minutes?”
“Sounds good,” I say, getting off his boat. “Do you want me to keep Beatrice so you can go faster?”
He laughs as he gets up. “She could stay here by herself,” he replies, and I just look at Beatrice, who is getting off the bench.
“Um.” I look at Beatrice. “Want to come with me?” I motion with my head, and she comes to me.
“You know, she was an obedient dog before you got here,” Xavier accuses, chuckling. “And we had rules.”
“I don’t know if you heard,” I start to say, walking on my boat, “but rules are always meant to be broken.” I open the door and wait for Beatrice to walk in. “See you in thirty.” I smile, and I can’t help the squeal that comes out of my mouth. “I’m so excited.”
I walk in, closing the door behind me, and the sound of his laughter penetrates through my boat. “Make yourself at home,” I tell Beatrice, who decides that she’s going to lie down in front of the back door. “I have to wash the dishes,” I inform her, walking over to the pans I made the omelets in.
The whole night I tossed and turned, I was so excited about today that I couldn’t sleep. Finally, at four o’clock, I decided to get a start on the day, so I grabbed my laptop, my coffee, and my phone. It was cool outside, so I went back in, snatching a blanket. I didn’t think I would get much done, but the words flowed. When he walked away from me, I decided it would be a good idea to make him breakfast. I obviously didn’t think it through, and only when I was standing in the middle of his kitchen did it hit me. The back of my neck got so hot, I thought I was going to faint as I held the plate of food. I basically just threw myself at him. Luckily for me, it didn’t backfire. I clean up in record time, even having time to dry and put things away.
Walking to my bedroom, I quickly make the bed and then walk over to the closet, opening it up. Grabbing a pink top off the hanger, I walk over to the front of the bed and open the drawer where my bikinis are. I grab the ivory bikini top with a black bottom. I step into the bathroom, pulling my shirt over my head. Putting the bikini top on, I see the middle has a peekaboo hole, showing the bottom of my boobs. Stepping out, I look at Beatrice. “Do you think this is too sexy?” She just yawns, making me laugh. “Fair enough.” I don’t give it a second thought before slipping on the cheeky bikini bottoms. “I should grab another suit in case,” I mumble to myself. I’m fastening my jean shorts when my phone rings.