Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
But my Rosie was dead set on going cold turkey.
The problem is, she can’t quite figure out what to replace it all with and she’s going stir crazy in the house. Especially since I’m doing something in her old stomping grounds every single day because Trinity County has replaced the US government as our number one client.
I do not share her problem because I know exactly what is missing from her life.
“Why are you smiling at me like that, Amon Parrish? You look like a canary-eatin’ cat.”
“Well, I just gave our son a puppy so I’m feeling pretty damn pleased with myself.”
“Oh, they were born! How happy is he?”
“Rosie, that boy isn’t going anywhere without that dog. They are gonna be partners in crime for a decade or more.”
She slips her hands around my hips and leans into my chest. “Thank you.”
I kiss her head and hug her back. “It was my pleasure. And now that Cross is taken care of, it’s your turn.”
She pushes me back a little so she can look up at my face. “Oh, Amon. I don’t want no puppy.”
“Silly woman, I’m not talking about a puppy. Dogs are the salve for the wounds of men. But ladies such as yourself require something different.” I walk a few paces, but take hold of her hand. “Come with me.”
Rosie sends me a sexy look like we’re gonna go upstairs and have ourselves a good old time, which I would not mind doin’, to be honest. But that’s not where I take her. I take her down the hallway to the spare room and stop at the closed door.
She’s shootin’ me a confused look now. “What are you up to?”
“Open the door and find out.”
She lets out a little huff of a laugh, then turns the handle and opens the door. For a moment she doesn’t say nothing, just looks around with wide eyes.
I see it through her eyes as well. It’s an office, but not just any office. Lowyn decorated it. I told Low, “I’m lookin’ for somethin’ that says ‘eighteenth-century printshop, diner waitress, flower child’. Can you pull that together?” And Lowyn McBride nodded her head and said, “Consider it done.”
So this room has been transformed into a mixture of a printshop and a dressing room, with a side of biker and genuine 1970’s accents. With a desk and laptop, of course. Because those two things were the entire point of the whole redecoration.
Rosie turns to me. “What is this?”
“This is your office, of course.”
She laughs again. “But… why do I need an office?”
“So you can write books.”
Rosie looks bewildered. “But… how did you know that I wanted to write books?”
She’s so silly. “Because we’re on the same page, Rosie. We’re on the same page.”
And from this day forward, that’s where we’ll stay.