Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Funny how perspective changed everything. In college, a hot shower had merely been something she’d taken to get clean. Often, it had been her first step in getting ready to hit the bars with her girlfriends. Now, it was a lovely luxury she looked forward to each night. Hair-washing day was an extra special twice-a-week treat. But tonight, she reveled in massaging her scalp and a slow combing of her deep conditioner. The experience was almost soothing and sensual.
How much better would this shower be with Zy?
The thought blindsided Tess, and after the ridiculous thought, she rushed through her rinse.
He wouldn’t be interested in her. Hell, she didn’t recognize her own body anymore. Her breasts were heavy and subject to gravity in a way they hadn’t been before. During her last two weeks of pregnancy, the cocoa butter had quit working. Now, a handful of stretch marks spread low on her belly. Her middle looked doughy, and she still had nearly ten pounds to drop. At the follow-up appointment with her obstetrician yesterday, she’d gotten the green light to start exercising again. Now she needed to find the time and energy. Unfortunately, when Hallie went down for her evening nap, Tessa often needed one, too.
How would she find the energy to go back to work next week?
She sighed. That was a problem for tomorrow. Things would get better eventually, right? And if she never got back the kind of body that looked great in a clingy Lycra dress while she danced the night away… Well, the time to grow up had come, and she wouldn’t trade her little life with Hallie for anything.
Sure, she’d pictured having a husband and children while surrounded by her family and friends. That would have made everything so much easier and happier. Not having her mother to rely on as she’d become a mother herself had left a hole in her heart. But she couldn’t change what was. She could only start over with Hallie, and together, they’d trek this adventure called life.
Tessa prayed it would be a good one.
A few minutes later, she stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in clean towels. Hallie squealed in delight as she played on her mat, making Tessa smile. Yeah, everything would be all right. And if Zy unnerved her… Well, he wouldn’t be here for long. Not nearly long enough to make an impression in her life, much less a dent in her heart.
She slipped into the pajamas on top of the clean pile—pink cotton with a V-neck trimmed in soft lace. There was nothing sexy about them.
As she braided her wet hair, she sighed. Zy probably dated hot women. The sort people used to consider her. The ones in those stretchy dresses that clung to every sinful curve. The kind who could pull off false lashes, red lipstick, and stilettos.
Yeah, that wasn’t her anymore.
Not that it mattered. He was a temporary bodyguard and a future co-worker, period.
Once she’d secured her braid, she scooped Hallie up and kissed her pink cheeks. Her baby returned her big smile, which turned Tessa’s heart upside down. Then she took up the activity mat so she could set it in the living room while she did dishes.
But when Tessa opened her bedroom door and glanced into the kitchen, she stopped short.
Zy stood at the sink, washing her potato pan. The table had been cleared, the flower arrangement back in the middle, the overhead light off. The stove was spotless. The island, too.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, settling Hallie on her hip.
Zy flipped the water off and set the pan on the drying rack. “No sweat. You looked like you could use an extra pair of hands, and I’ve got them, so why not? Besides, if I sit too much, I get itchy.”
“Thanks, but aren’t you supposed to be healing?”
He waved her away. “I’m healed enough. These stitches will be gone soon, and the worst of the soreness is behind me. Clearly, I’m going to live, though there are a couple of Mexican cartel thugs who are bummed about that.”
Someone had tried to kill him, and he joked about it?
Maybe he had to in order to process the day-to-day danger. Or maybe it really didn’t bother him.
“Wow, and I was just wishing I could extend my showers a bit longer. Your trouble makes mine seem silly.”
“Hey, I don’t have to worry about any human but myself, so that makes my job way easier. You have precious cargo there.” He smiled softly and caressed her baby’s cheek with a big finger. “Hi, Hallie. Aren’t you a cutie?”
Tessa’s heart flipped. Sexy, protective, and good with kids?
Or he feels sorry for you and thinks babies are cute. Don’t read too much into it.
A glance down told her that Hallie stared at Zy with huge eyes. The infant didn’t interact with many men. Her pediatrician was female. Same with most of the people who had visited since she’d been born. Well, except the colonel. Was it Zy’s deep voice that had her baby girl so entranced? The flash of his white teeth? Those intense blue eyes?