Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“Um… So… I guess, thank you? I don’t know how I feel about this present, but it was very thoughtful.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
A shiver goes down my back at those words, at the sensation of proximity to someone so cavalier about committing cold-blooded murder. Who says the hunt was the fun part…
I really, really just want to get off this part of the beach and get back to Milo and Jonathan. “We should probably head back.”
He nods, watching me.
I turn around first and start back toward the restaurant. I’m uncomfortable until he falls into step beside me.
In a sense, it feels like my whole view of Jet has irreversibly shifted, but then we rejoin the guys at the dinner table and it feels like any other night we’ve all had dinner together as a family.
Milo glances at the little gift box on my side of the table. “What did he give you?”
“Oh, we’ll talk about that later.”
Much later.
Whether they meant to or not, both of his sons have given me difficult conversations as wedding gifts tonight.
I’m not sure if I’m less eager to break it to Milo that one of his sons has committed a couple of murders or suggest an intimate vacation with the one who has fucked me.
Milo passes me a plate.
“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning in to give him a little kiss.
He smiles, and even though everything is completely crazy, I feel… happy.
Every family has their stuff, I guess. Maybe ours is a bit weirder than average, but hey, who knows what kind of skeletons other families shove into their closets?
“Hey, her piece is bigger than mine,” Jonathan complains.
“She’s going to burn a lot of calories tonight,” Milo remarks. “She needs the sustenance.”
“Generally speaking, men actually burn more calories than women during sex,” Jet chimes in.
“Maybe not the way she does it,” Jonathan says with an irreverent smirk.
I stick my fork into the soft, yummy-smelling cake. “Okay, that’s enough talk about my sexual performance at the dinner table.”
“Did she ask you about Banff yet?”
My eyes widen and I shoot eye daggers at Jonathan across the table. He knows I haven’t had a chance.
“Banff?” Milo questions, looking over at me.
“Yeah, our little stray hasn’t done much traveling. She wants to go with me.”
“Both of you!” I blurt. “It was his idea, but it sounded like fun. It was also something we were going to discuss later,” I add, glaring at Jonathan.
“Oops. Guess I have a big mouth.” He shoves some cake into the mouth in question and his eyes twinkle at me, wordlessly reminding me of times he’s eaten other things.
I sigh. “Someone should have warned me about you Granvilles.”
“Like that would have kept you away,” Jonathan says with a smirk.
I smile and shake my head because he’s probably right. They’re several handfuls, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
My new family might be crazy, but my old one was, too.
At least this family loves me.
And I love them.
Even if they are all deviants.