Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“The only doubt I had in my head was if you felt the same way about me,” I tell him. “There was no doubt about Ed. He wasn’t even on the same wavelength as you.”
“I’m coming to you,” he tells me, and I just nod. He rushes to me, his hands going into my hair, his mouth crashing on mine, and my arms wrapping around his neck while our tongues fight a battle. His hands leave my hair and wrap around me, and I jump into his arms as he picks me up.
“I love you,” he whispers to me when he finally lets go of my lips. “Loved you the first moment you walked into my house and sweet talked my dogs.” His forehead rests on mine as I hold his cheeks in my hands.
“I didn’t sleep a wink last night,” he whispers. “I spent the night watching you.” I laugh now, my heart a little less heavy than five seconds ago. “In a non-stalker way.”
“Evan,” I say his name. “I am so sorry you doubted me or us.” I kiss his lips.
“Will you come home with me?” he asks me in a whisper.
“I already bought a ticket,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Good. Get ready,” he says. “I rented a plane, and it leaves in an hour.”
I look at him shocked. “What?”
“The team headed back last night, but I rented a plane for today so I could spend the night with you, but I have to be on the ice tomorrow morning,” he tells me. “I was going to woo you, hoping you would come home with me.”
“My bag is already packed,” I tell him. “Any chance we can leave earlier?”
“Let me call the company,” he says, letting me go. “Go get dressed just in case,” he tells me, and I run into the closet and pull on a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, and when I finish, he is hanging up the phone. “We are good to go in forty-five minutes,” he says. “I have a car coming to get us, and it should be here in ten minutes.” He looks up from his phone and sees me wearing his hoodie. “Beautiful.”
I walk to him and wrap my hands around his waist. “Let’s go home to my puppies,” I tell him.
He kisses my lips and holds my hand while carrying my bag in the other. I had everything packed yesterday afternoon so my carry-on is already waiting at the door. “I’m going to text Zoe that I’m leaving,” I tell him, grabbing my phone and seeing a couple of missed calls from her.
I dial her right away, and she answers on the first ring. “Thank fuck,” she hisses. “Where the hell were you?”
“I was sleeping, and I just got up,” I tell her and see that Evan has opened the door and is now carrying my bag out. “Now I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?” she asks me, and I hear a guy in the background.
“Who is that?” I ask her.
“The contractor,” she says. “I came home to a flooded apartment. The moron cat upstairs touched something, and the sink locked, and well, there is now a swimming pool in my living room.” She then whispers, “He’s so lucky that it wasn’t my clothes.” She takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if I could come stay at your house while you’re away.”
“You don’t even have to ask. You should have come over last night,” I tell her, locking the door and then walking to the car where Evan is waiting.
“I thought you wouldn’t want to be disturbed,” she says, giggling. “I want all the details, but it is going to have to wait. I have to go and see how long this mess will take.”
“Whatever. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell her and stop by the car to give him a kiss just because I can.
“All good?” he asks me, and I nod my head and get in the car. He gets in after me, and the man takes off.
“Yeah, all good.” I smile up at him. “Zoe’s place got flooded, so she’s going to stay at my house.”
He leans down and softly kisses my lips. “If she wants, she can come stay at my house in Dallas. How long can you stay this time?”
“Um.” I smile. “I quit my job last week.”
“What?” he asks shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well,” I start, “I officially decided to work with Zara’s Closet full time, and I was going to surprise you by staying for a couple of weeks,” I say, leaning in to him. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”
“Fuck.” He grabs me to sit on his lap. “Don’t leave.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing it.
He kisses me the whole flight home, and when we finally touch down in Dallas, I’m starving.