Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
We went to six stores. Anything I liked, Olivia hated. Anything she liked, I nixed. After a full day, I went home empty-handed and aggravated. My beautiful girl came home about ten minutes later—smelling like a forest. She’d been at the lab since early this morning working on her new Signature Scent for men. But she wrapped her arms around my neck, brushed those pouty lips with mine, and my shitty day evaporated. That’s when I realized the problem with buying my love jewelry was that I hadn’t found anything half as special as her. It took me thirty-one years to finally get it right, and I wasn’t going to half-ass showing her what she meant to me.
-Hudson
Oh my God. There was no way I could stop reading here. Hudson was shopping for jewelry that’s special for me? Could it be… Looking over my shoulder, I glanced into the house. Everything was still. It would take Hudson at least twenty minutes to walk to the liquor store and back with the dog. I had to read a little more—one more entry, at least.
Of course one entry led to two, and two led to three, and suddenly I was on the last page. Hudson had gone on a half-dozen shopping trips, written another vividly steamy entry about things he wanted to do to me, and penned a heartfelt few pages about the night my parents had come over for dinner. It had taken me a long time, but yes, my parents and I had finally seen each other in person. I’d had to work my way up to it, and I’d been a nervous wreck, but in the end, the evening had been pleasant. I hadn’t yet rekindled my relationship with my sister, though I’d finally told Hudson the full story and admitted who Aiden had had an affair with. I remained hopeful that maybe someday I’d find a way to forgive Cecelia, too.
From what I’d heard, she and my ex had since broken up—after she’d found him cheating with one of her friends. I probably should have felt good learning that, but I didn’t. I felt bad for Cecelia, which is why it gave me hope that there was a chance for us after all.
None of Hudson’s entries specifically said what type of jewelry he was shopping for, but it was pretty obvious it was a ring. What other type of jewelry had to be so perfect and took so many shopping trips?
My pulse raced as I read the final pages.
Oh my God! He bought something.
And he hid it where he’d hidden my Christmas present in our room last year!
And he isn’t planning on giving it to me until his birthday.
Hudson’s birthday wasn’t for two more months! No way could I wait that long to find out.
Hudson had no idea I’d stumbled upon his little hiding spot in the back of his closet last year. So I could—no, I really shouldn’t.
Blood swished through my ears, and my hands started to sweat.
Maybe I could just go see if it was a ring box?
I didn’t need to open it or anything.
Imagine the anticipation that would build over the next couple of months… Now imagine what would happen when the big day finally came, if he handed me a square box with…earrings?
There would be no way in the world I could hide my disappointment after waiting months. It almost felt like I had to go look now. Whatever he was shopping for had taken him a damn long time. He’d feel awful if I burst into tears, unable to hide how letdown I felt. So, in a sense, I would be doing it for him.
Sure you are.
I looked at my watch and glanced back over my shoulder into the house one more time. Maybe I should wait until a time when he was going to be gone longer…
No. I shook my head, even though I was answering my own thoughts.
I definitely couldn’t wait.
So I rushed into the house and ran directly to the front door. Opening it, I looked right and then left to make sure Hudson wasn’t already coming down the block. Finding the coast clear, I hurried to the bedroom. The door was closed, and I was such a nervous wreck that I had to take a moment to steady myself. My hand trembled as I took a deep breath before turning the doorknob.
But my heart stopped as I walked inside.
“Looking for something?” Hudson raised a brow. He was sitting on the edge of our bed with Charlie on his knee. Hendricks laid at his feet.
I blinked a few times. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d left.”
He prompted his daughter to jump off his lap and stood. “What am I doing here? I could ask you the same question. What are you doing in the bedroom right now, Stella?”