Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Hello, beautiful. You really did great with Bomber, you know.”
“I hope so. He seems like he’s doing good, but it’s always iffy, you know? Breaks like that sometimes just never heal right, no matter what you do.”
“You’ve done everything you can. I think you should be proud.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I let him wrap his arms around me and put my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a little while, and I admire the ring on my finger, breathe in his musky smell, and let myself enjoy the brief moment of quiet and contentment that washes over me.
“I’m thinking we should make this official soon,” he says and startles me from my meandering thoughts.
“Make what official?”
“The engagement. I’m thinking end of September.”
“Uh, you mean, in a month?”
“Exactly.” He kisses my neck and cheek. “How’s that sound? Want to be my wife in a month?”
“But we have to plan a wedding, invite guests, get a venue and catering and—”
“All that’s just money, and what’s money matter these days? We’ll do research together and pay whatever it takes. I don’t want to wait a second longer.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. Something uncurls in my chest, some worry I’ve been carrying this whole time. Even though War promised he’d never lie to me when he proposed, I still can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s holding things back, or if he’s falling back into old habit, but for some reason the way he looks at me right now makes all those doubts disappear.
This man loves me. He truly, genuinely loves in me in a way I’ve never experienced before. And I love him back like he’s a piece of my own flesh. When I think about rehabbing Bomber, I also think about doing it with War by my side. There’s no future without War, no future all alone.
“I can plan a wedding in a month,” I say with a shrug. “How hard could it be? It’s just money.”
“Damn right.” He kisses me and holds it for a long time, and I drift into him, my War. He knows me like nobody else ever has, all my flaws and horrors, all my trauma and my mistakes, and he loves me even more because of them.
“We’ll have to teach you to ride though,” I say and stand up, holding out my hand. “There’s no way I’m marrying a man that can’t ride a horse.”
“Hell, no,” he says and stand beside me, squeezing my fingers. “Horses are terrifying. I’ll stick with walking.”
“We’ll see about that.” We head together back to the main house, laughing as we go, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders.