Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I waggled my brows. “That’s good to know. Why don’t you get undressed and crawl back into bed with me?”
She pulled herself out of my embrace and said, “Oh no. As tempting as that sounds, I need to get downstairs to the bookstore by seven forty-five.”
“Why? I thought you didn’t open until nine.”
“I’ve got a delivery coming from a publishing house for a historical author who’s doing an event here on Thursday evening. I can’t miss the delivery or they’ll leave the boxes outside the door. It’s raining, and I don’t want them to be ruined.”
“I didn’t know you were having an author event this week.” I slipped out of bed and walked over to find my jeans. I couldn’t help but notice how Greer stopped what she was doing to watch me, her eyes filled with the same desire I was sure was in mine when I had watched her only moments ago. I tried not to smile when she licked her lips and then shook her head to clear her mind of what I hoped were dirty thoughts.
“Um, yes. She’s, um, one of my favorites. She’s from the Boston area, and I’d love to see her books get the recognition they deserve. It’s not a big deal for her to do an event at my store, but there’s a large bookstore in Boston that follows me on social media. I’m hoping they see the event and reach out to her, invite her to do something there.”
I paused while I was getting dressed and looked at where Greer was leaning against her dresser. She was so damn beautiful, she took my breath away. “I need to get some serious writing in over the next few days, before my folks come this weekend,” I said.
She nodded. “Okay.”
“But I’d like to see you. Do you think you might want to come to my place for dinner tonight?”
She chewed on her lip and then exhaled slowly. “I can’t. I’ve already told Willa I’d have dinner with her and Aiden tonight. You’re more than welcome to come if you want.”
“As lovely as that sounds, I should probably get in as much writing as I can. I do want to meet them, though.”
She smiled. “Soon then. I also need to reach out to Adaline Apthorp about the gristmill building today. Candace sent me a text earlier and said the building is selling to some out-of-town investors. They must have been all those men out front.”
Her words made me pause again. “Really? Why would she sell?”
Greer pushed off the dresser and shrugged. “Not sure, but I better run. I need to grab some breakfast and get downstairs. Are you okay showing yourself out?”
I walked toward her and pulled her into my arms. I pressed my mouth to hers in a kiss that I hoped she would think about for the rest of the day.
When I drew back, Greer looked up at me with a dazed expression before she smiled. “Happy writing today.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll call you later?”
She nodded and gave me a chaste kiss before heading toward her kitchen. “Get lots of words in!” she called out over her shoulder.
I poured another cup of coffee and headed upstairs to my laptop to jump right back into work. Since I had gotten back to the cabin a few hours ago, I’d been writing nonstop. The words seemed to flow from my fingers endlessly. I hadn’t been this inspired in who knows how long.
My watch vibrated on my wrist, and I smiled when I saw it was a text from Greer. I made my way over to the small writing area I’d set up in front of the large picture window and reached for my phone.
Greer: How’s your day going?
Me: Great! I’ve already written five-thousand words.
Greer: That’s amazing!
Me: What about you?
Greer: Candace and I are setting up the tables for tomorrow’s kids’ event.
Me: That’s right. I do believe you once advised me to stay away from ten to noon.
Greer: I did. Better run, Candace is giving me the evil eye. I miss you!
My heart did a weird little jump in my chest, and I rubbed at it with my hand. It wasn’t hard to admit to myself that I was falling for Greer. And not just falling, but falling in love. It was too soon, but damn if it didn’t feel right.
Me: I miss you too. Call me after you get done with dinner.
Greer: Will do!
I wasn’t even aware of how many more hours passed when my phone rang next to me. I drew my hands away from my keyboard, shook them out, stretched, and then answered my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
The sound of Greer’s sweet, velvety voice made my entire body heat up. “Hey back at you. How was dinner?” I asked.
“It was good. I always love spending time with Willa and Aiden and their son, Ben. You’ll love them. I also got a strange call from the architect who’s helping me with the remodel. He asked me if I’d heard from Mr. Brooks. I told him I hadn’t, and he said I should probably give him a call tomorrow before we move forward with any more work on the bookstore.”