Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Glad that I didn’t have to explain, I pulled out my phone and started to video my man, going ahead and doing a live video for the gym’s social media while I was at it.
And together, we watched as my husband made it to regionals.
• • •
I groaned when my back finally hit the bed.
“Oh, God.” I sighed in pleasure.
“Sore?” he asked.
I’d done a lot of standing and doing nothing today.
Sadly, that was harder on my joints than actual CrossFit workouts were.
“Yes,” I sighed. “Oh, by the way…” I showed him my phone. “Pasqual was admitted to the sickbay today.”
Taos’ laughter shook the bed.
I rolled over and turned the lamp on, then rolled back over to stare at my husband. “What did she do this time?”
Pearl Pope made it her life’s mission to always make Pasqual’s life hell.
It was amusing.
And never got old.
Pearl Pope and Taos would come up with the ideas, and then implement them. Then, to make matters worse, Taos would write about them in his books.
It was a game they played, and I never tired of hearing some of the outrageous things they did to Pasqual.
After Taos outlined his latest mastermind plan, he fell silent, his eyes closing.
That’s when I remembered the phone call I’d received from my grandmother earlier in the day.
“So...” I paused. “My grandmother was able to find something. I asked her to do it eight years ago…”
“Okay.” He stopped. “What?”
I sat up in bed, then pulled up the file that she’d sent me. “I found your brother.”
His eyes snapped open. “What?”
“Well, I didn’t. But my grandmother’s PI did.” I paused again. “When you’re ready, we’ll find him.”
Taos fell back onto the bed, then pulled me into his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d probably have a lot more time to write, be a millionaire, and have time to sleep in whenever you wanted,” I teased.
He chuckled. “Who needs sleep?”
Then he kissed me.
“Love you, Taos Dean Brady.”
“Love you more, Francine Pope Brady.”
Together we fell asleep, me in my man’s arms, and not a worry in my mind despite being in complete darkness.
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