Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Love you, Bubba,” Mom says, calling me the name she’s used since I was a toddler, and then ends the call.
“Your mom knows that I’m here,” Abbi says in a loud whisper.
I glance around the room and then back at her. “Why are we whispering?”
“I don’t know, but your mom knows. And that means your dad must know. Holy shit.”
Now I’m laughing my ass off and fall over on the bed, holding my stomach. “We’re adults, Abs. And everyone saw us leave last night. I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
“Oh, my God,” she groans, throwing her arm over her eyes. “And now, I don’t have any clothes, and I’m going to have to do the walk of shame out of here with last night’s dress on.”
“Whoa.” That has me sobering, and I crawl over her, pinning her to the mattress. “No shame here, Blue Eyes. We are two consenting adults with a babysitter. If it makes you feel better, I’ll run you into town so you can change your clothes and grab another change for tomorrow.”
“My car is still at Erin’s house.”
“We can work out the details.” I can’t resist leaning down to nibble those enticing lips. “Later.”
CHAPTER TEN
ABBI
After another round of sex this morning, Brady drove me to the farmhouse so I could grab my things from yesterday, along with my car. Of course, before leaving, Erin whispered in my ear that I had to call her later to fill her in on everything, and I promised to do that as I walked out with a flaming red face.
Then Brady followed me into town so I could take a quick shower and change my clothes before packing a bag for another night away. And let me just say, I feel so much better. My muscles are sore, especially in the areas that have been ignored for way too long, but despite little sleep last night, I feel refreshed and energized. Not to mention excited for the opportunity to spend another full day and night with this incredibly sexy man.
And trust me, Brady is sexy with a capital S.
“I’m ready,” I announce as I walk downstairs and find Brady sitting in the chair, thumbing through his phone. “Sorry for making you wait. Drying my hair takes forever, but it’s necessary in the winter.”
“I can’t have you getting sick on me,” he says with a wink as he stands and crosses to me, immediately pulling me into his arms and hugging me close. “You smell good enough to eat.”
I grin against him, kiss his chest, and then pull back. “What are we going to do today?”
“Lady’s choice.”
“I was hoping you’d say that because I really want a tour of the ranch.”
Brady blinks in surprise. “You’ve seen most of the ranch, haven’t you?”
“I’ve seen the farmhouse and Summer and Chase’s house, along with the event center, yes. And now your cabin. But I haven’t seen any animals or heard any stories. I guess I want to see it through your eyes.”
And right now, those hazel eyes smolder as he stares down at me.
“But if you’d rather not—”
I’m cut off by his mouth as he kisses me hard and long, and I can’t help but sway against him, soaking him in.
Brady Wild is an addiction that I may never recover from.
“The ranch it is. Do you have boots that you don’t care if they get shit on them?”
I laugh in surprise. “I guess we’re going all out. I’m sure I do.”
“Grab a good winter coat, too. Layers, babe. You need layers.”
“I live in Montana. I have layers.” I wink at him and then march back to the small mud room off the garage entrance to gather what I’ll need, and then we pile into Brady’s SUV and head back out to the ranch. “I’m glad the weather has eased up a bit. Snow is fine, but it’s tough when you add arctic temps and wind.”
“I couldn’t agree more. I work in that shit all day. Temps in the twenties is downright balmy.”
When he turns onto the ranch road off the highway, he bypasses the farmhouse and drives us out to the barn first, coming to a stop by a huge rolling door that’s currently shut.
“Some of the hands might be out here right now,” he says as we get out of the car, and he pulls the door open so we can step inside, then closes it again.
It’s warm in here, with the smell of hay heavy in the air. It’s cleaner than I expected, and way brighter, with light-colored wood stalls lining one wall where I assume the horses must live.
“Hey, Lucky,” Brady calls out, waving to an old man shoveling hay at the other end of the barn. “I’m giving Abbi the tour.”
“Hey there, little lady,” Lucky says, tipping his hat to me. “Welcome to our little slice of heaven.”