Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
The heavenly smell of coffee wafted through. Soon there would be bacon and eggs and toast.
She got on her knees, looking out the window over the big bed in the room they’d shared during these stolen days. It had a view out to what she considered the backyard, though it wasn’t like there was a fence or anything. It was a window to an almost magical world. Everything was still white and shining in the sunlight. Every now and then she would look out one of the windows and see a moose or deer or elk ambling across the snow-covered ground. She’d caught sight of bunnies hopping back to their lairs. Bella would bark at all of them as though welcoming them to her world.
There was a line of footprints leading from the large building in the back toward the cabin. She couldn’t tell if they were coming or going, but she bet she knew where Sawyer was this morning.
She would miss this place.
One more day and then she would have to go back to the real world.
The door opened and Wyatt walked in, carrying a mug. “Good morning, sunshine.”
He was so beautiful. His golden hair curled slightly around his ears and he smiled that breathtaking smile of his. She could practically feel the man’s arms around her.
She worried she would always be able to feel them.
“Good morning.” She didn’t bother to bring the sheet around her chest. They’d spent so much time naked it didn’t bother her anymore. “Is Sawyer out in the shop?”
She’d been into the building Sawyer called his shop. It was full of all kinds of tools capable of severing various body parts. Or building furniture.
There had been a lot of sex, but also a lot of talking. She’d learned Sawyer’s hobby was building furniture from recycled wood. According to Wyatt, he spent hours and hours out there. He’d built the beautiful dining room table and the ones in the living room she thought were fascinating. He’d built the rocking chairs on the porch she hadn’t sat in because it was too cold. But she could see how nice it would be to sit there in the warmer times and watch the beauty of all this nature around them.
Wyatt handed her the mug and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a bit of wariness in his expression now. “Yeah. He’s been there since dawn, I think. I already took him a thermos of coffee. He might be a while.”
“It’s his thinking place, isn’t it?” At first Sawyer had been completely focused on her, but last night, she’d noticed him pulling away. He hadn’t come to bed with her and Wyatt, telling them he needed to take Bella out for a walk.
“It’s his hiding place,” Wyatt corrected. “I’m afraid he’s going to be in there most of the day.”
“Because he knows I’m leaving tomorrow, and he hasn’t changed his mind.” She hadn’t expected him to, but it hurt her heart. Over the last two days she’d grown to like Sawyer. He was taciturn, but it was simply who he was. It was like having resting-bitch face. He had active-asshole personality syndrome. Deep down he was a good man, a kind man, but one with walls he had no interest in tearing down.
“I don’t know.” Wyatt’s big hand came out to cup her cheek. “I think the fact he’s hiding is actually a good sign. He likes to think about things. If he’d completely made up his mind, I think he would be in here getting as much sex as he possibly could before he has to let you go.”
“You can’t push him into this,” Sabrina warned.
“If I don’t, then how will I get what I want?” Wyatt asked. There were moments when she could see the lonely boy he’d been.
“What do you want, Wyatt?” She needed to hear it. They’d played around it. She knew they wanted to take her together, likely tonight. She needed to know if Wyatt wanted more than double penetration.
“I want to see if this thing can work between all three of us,” he said quietly, his eyes staring right into hers, holding her gaze with quiet sincerity. “I’m crazy about you, Sabrina. I know it sounds dumb, but I saw you and I knew I’d come to Bliss for a reason. But, baby, we should talk about my past. I might have been able to stay out of jail, but it wasn’t because I didn’t commit crimes. There will be people who don’t think I’m good enough for you.”
She didn’t care about them. “I don’t live my life by anyone’s opinion but my own.”
“Not even your sister’s?” Wyatt asked.
She’d thought about this in the last couple of days. Oh, she’d told herself she would live in the moment, but she couldn’t help but think about the future. “I love my sister. She doesn’t get to choose who I spend my time with. I have some questions for you. I’ve been thinking about what’s been said over the last couple of days, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been able to put together some puzzle pieces. Sawyer went into the MC because his brother was an asshole who didn’t even appreciate how Sawyer was willing to put his life on the line to save him.”