Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Eva lets out a huff as Lucas pulls Fawn into a hug next, muttering, “They like to save the best for last,” before letting her go, gaining a glare from his wife, which he ignores.
“Nice to meet you guys.” Fawn smiles as I wrap my hand around her waist.
“Now, seriously, what the hell are you doing with this uptight asshole?” Lucas asks, looking between the two of us.
“He’s not so bad,” Fawn says looking up at me.
I dip my head and place a kiss to her forehead, then pull away when Libby comes through the front door, stating loudly, “I vote that only one apartment has the game playing and the other one is free rein.”
“I want to watch the parade,” Madeline says, taking a seat on the couch—she’s holding a cookie that she got from god knows where.
“We’re only a few blocks from the parade. We should go see it in person,” Libby says, and Madeline’s face lights up.
“I’d like to get out of here for a while,” Eva says, looking at Libby. Eva wanting to get out of here isn’t a surprise—she’s not the most friendly person, and I seriously wonder what the hell my brother is still doing married to her.
“I’ll go with the girls,” Lucas says, then adds, “or with anyone else who wants to come along.”
“Do you want to go, baby?” I ask Fawn, and she shakes her head no.
“Not really unless you want to. I went last year, and it was a little too much for me.”
“That’s cool, we can stay.”
“You can go,” she says softly, and I shake my head no.
“I’m going to go next door and see who else wants to come out with us,” Libby says as my cell starts to ring.
Giving Fawn a quick kiss, I pull my phone out of my pocket, seeing it’s my partner, Wesley. “I gotta take this, baby,” I say quietly, and she nods as I put the phone to my ear and move to my bedroom.
“What’s up?” I ask as soon as the door is shut behind me.
“Just seeing if you wanted to get a bite to eat later. I know you’re on your own today.”
“Actually, my whole family—and Fawn’s—just showed up with bags upon bags of food,” I say. Wesley’s been giving me shit about Fawn for the last few weeks, asking if I needed any help with her since I was having a hard time pinning her down.
“Lucky bastard,” he grumbles, and I grin.
“Why don’t you come over here for dinner?”
“Nah, I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not imposing. We’ll have plenty of food, and I’d like you to meet Fawn.”
“All right, I’ll be there.”
“That wasn’t hard,” I mutter and hear him laugh before he hangs up. Shoving my cell back in my pocket, I leave the room, finding Fawn in the kitchen.
“Do you have to leave?” she asks as soon as she sees me.
“No, but my partner, Wesley, is gonna stop by for dinner.”
“Where is his family today?” she asks quietly, and I move into her, wrapping my hand around her hip, then sliding it around her back to pull her closer.
“Seattle. He moved here a little over a year ago, so he’s on his own.”
“Oh,” she says softly, moving her fingers up to run along my jaw. “In that case, I’m glad everyone showed up with food. I’d hate for him to be alone, too.”
“You’ll like him,” I state softly when I see that her eyes have filled with worry, and she nods, then looks past me. “You doing okay with all of this?”
“Yeah, unless you get called into work, I’ll be okay.”
“If I get called in, I’m taking you with me,” I say, and she laughs, dropping her forehead to my chest. I wrap my arms around her and place my lips to her hair, breathing in the scent of berries that always seems to surround her.
“Fawn, are you ready to cook your first turkey?” Katie asks, breaking into the moment. Fawn pulls away to look at her mom, who’s poking her head in the door.
“Do I have a choice?” she asks, and her mom rolls her eyes. “Apparently not. I guess we’re playing Russian roulette with everyone’s lives today,” she mutters, and I laugh, throwing my head back, then drop my mouth to hers and whisper against her lips.
“You got this, baby. If you need me, I’ll be here watching the game,” I say, and she frowns at my smile.
“This is the first time in my life I wish I could say I wanted to watch football,” she grumbles right before I kiss her once more, then let her go, wondering how the hell it’s possible that I’m already falling in love with her. She throws a smile at me over her shoulder before she leaves, making me realize it’s just her.