Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Aubrey, Steven, this is Shelby and her boy, Hunter,” Zach says, introducing us and placing his hand on each of his kids’ shoulders once we’re close.
“Nice to meet you guys.” I smile, or try to, as I study them. I can’t help but wonder if Samuel would have looked like them or like Hunter when he was their age. Then I wonder if Zach thought the same thing when he met Hunter for the first time.
“Hi.” Aubrey smiles softly, looking like a beautiful version of her dad, with long dark hair, fair skin, and green eyes that are striking against her pale skin.
“Hey,” Steven mutters, and now that we’re close, I notice he does look a lot like his mom. His blond hair is a little too long and his blue eyes look to be in teenaged turmoil.
“Let’s get the truck packed up, guys,” Zach says, and Steven’s eyes move to him and narrow.
“I still don’t know why I couldn’t go fishing with my friends,” he grumbles, leaning back against the truck behind him. “Mom said it was okay with her.”
“It’s not Mom’s night, bud. This is my only day off this week, so you’re gonna have to make plans with your friend another time,” Zach replies, with a warning twinge in his tone as he studies his son.
“Whatever,” Steven returns, pushing off the truck and effectively dismissing his father’s words as he moves to pick up one of the tackle boxes from the ground.
“Watch the attitude,” Zach warns, locking his firm stare on his boy, who shakes his head in response and stomps off to the back of the truck without another word.
“I told him to make plans with Mike tomorrow,” Aubrey says softy, and her dad nods once then looks at me.
“Will you be warm enough?” he asks.
“I… I think so, yeah,” I reply, hearing Hunter laugh from my side.
“Good, Hop in. We’ll take my truck.”
“Um…” I pause. “I need to stop and get us fishing licenses, so we can just meet you wherever your boat is.”
“We’ll stop and pick them up on the way,” he interjects, his attention moving to Hunter. “Let’s get the stuff loaded, kid.” Before I can say anything else, he turns away with Hunter following him. They both work to lug our stuff to the back of the truck, leaving me standing there with Aubrey.
“Ignore Steven,” she whispers. “He always thinks Dad is the bad guy, but he’s not. Mom just lets him do whatever he wants.”
“Oh,” I whisper back, unsure what else to say, since I have the same problem with my ex.
“Our mom is always doing things like that.” She shakes her head, opening the back door of the truck, putting one foot up high, lifting herself into the cab to look down at me, smiling over the top of the door. “You can ride shotgun with Dad.”
“Great.” I smile back, feigning happiness, and open the passenger door. As I climb into the seat, I wonder how the hell I ended up here, not finding the answer, even as I sit next to Zach on the way to the store.
“You need a year license,” Zach says from my side, and I close my eyes in frustration. When I open them back up, I ask, “Where are the kids?” while ignoring his comment.
“Hi, Sheriff Watters.” The woman behind the counter beams at Zach like he’s part of the newest boy band and I hand her the papers I just filled out.
“Hey, Sally.” He lifts his chin and looks at me.
“The kids are picking out junk food,” he says, motioning for Sally to hand him the papers I just handed to her. Then he takes the pen out of my hand and scratches out the box for the daily licenses and checks the one for the year. “Thanks.” He smiles, making her blush as he hands her back the papers.
“Seriously, we don’t need year passes.” I shake my head, and Sally’s eyes meet mine. She blinks like she can’t believe I’m not agreeing with whatever Zach says.
“You’re living here now. I take the boat out at least once a week. I’m sure Hunter’d like to go out fishing more than this once.” He nods to Sally, and with that, she turns, leaving me standing there with my mouth gaping open while she goes to the computer. “Besides, it’s cheaper.”
“This is…” I pause, trying to think of what this is. “This is crazy, Zach.”
“Why?” He frowns, and I pull in a breath, wondering if I need to spell it out for him. I mean, we dated, had a kid together, and haven’t spoken in fifteen years. Is there really anything I need to say? “I feel like the situation kind of speaks for itself.”
Running his fingers through his hair he pins me in place with a look I haven’t seen in fifteen years. “We have a past, Shel. We also have a connection that no one else will ever understand,” he says quietly and my stomach knots.