Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry I didn’t want to fly again today!” she told him, feeling guilty.
Ralph and Alfie were flying back to New York tonight. They probably could have flown them to Montana, but she’d been unable to stomach the thought of getting back on a plane. She knew she’d have to do it at some stage. But not right now.
Maybe it wasn’t her fault that the storm had hit. Perhaps she hadn’t forced the plane to land because she’d wanted to get off.
But she really felt guilty that they were having to travel by car all the way to Montana because she was a big old wimp.
Reuben was missing out on quality time with Juliet. That’s why they’d decided to fly in the first place.
“I do not like that look on your face,” he growled. “What is going on in that head of yours?”
Turning to her, he grasped hold of her chin so she couldn’t glance away.
She sighed and shifted around in her seat.
“You’re blaming yourself again, aren’t you?” he said to her.
Drat.
What to say? If she lied, she’d be in trouble. If she didn’t lie, she’d be in trouble.
It was a bad situation to be in, quite honestly.
“You are. Faith, what have I told you?”
“Um, well, you’ve told me lots of things, if I’m honest. You might need to be a bit more specific.”
“Fine. Here it is, you are the most important thing in my world. That means your comfort and safety come first. Because I love you and if anything were to happen to you, my life would be over. I don’t want to hear any more guilt from you. Got it?”
She bit her lip. She didn’t quite agree with him, but his tone told her that would be the smartest move.
“Got it.”
“Good girl. I hear or see you thinking any differently, and you’re in big trouble.”
Faith bit her lower lip. “What kind of big trouble?”
“The kind that ends with you over my knee. And then my head between your legs, teasing you until you cry and plead with me to come, only I won’t let you. That kind of trouble.”
“I really don’t like that kind of trouble, Daddy.”
“I didn’t think you would,” he said dryly as they headed out on their trip. “I put your pacifier into your bag. In an hour’s time you’re going to have a nap.”
“I’m not really that tired.”
“You have dark marks under your eyes and you’re pale. I don’t like that. You’re tired, you just don’t think you are. So you’re going to have a nap,” he said firmly
Faith sighed as she turned her head to take him in. He was lucky he was so darn handsome.
Because he sure was bossy.
As she felt a yawn develop, she turned her head. She didn’t want him to see that.
Then he’d think he was right. And he already had a massive head.
“I saw that,” he told her.
“How could you see anything, Daddy?” she grumbled. “You’re supposed to be watching the road. Naughty Daddy, are you not paying attention while driving?”
Was she trying to distract him from the yawn?
Why yes, she was.
Was it working?
Probably not. Reuben was like a dog with a bone sometimes.
“I can do two things at once and I also know that you need a nap.”
Faith grumbled as he told her to get out her pacifier. She pulled it from her bag and snuggled into her seat.
“Put your pacifier in and go to sleep, baby.”
With a sigh, she did as he ordered. And she felt herself drifting. But then her bladder alerted her to the fact that she’d drunk way too much this morning.
Shoot.
They’d barely even started their trip. Reuben wasn’t going to stop for her to pee.
“What’s wrong, Little Blossom?” he asked as he laid his hand over hers.
She opened her mouth, taking out the pacifier, and glanced over at him.
“Are you uncomfortable? You keep shifting around on the seat.”
“Um, well.”
“What is it?” he asked in concern.
“I really have to pee. Sorry!”
“Don’t be sorry, Little Blossom,” he told her. “When you have to go, you have to go. I’ll pull over as soon as I see a place.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” She moved around again on the seat. Silly bladder.
Why wouldn’t it wait?
It should learn some patience.
“Perhaps I should have put some diapers on you for the trip. Then you’d be able to sleep the whole way through.”
“Daddy! I don’t need diapers. I’m a big girl. I can hold on.”
Sheesh.
The sounds of goats bleating distracted her and she reached into her handbag to grab her phone.
“It’s Charlie!” she cried, answering it. “Merry Christmas, Charlie.”
“Merry Christmas, Faith,” Charlie replied. “Are you all right? Are you still in Minneapolis? I’m so sorry, I just saw your text.”
She’d thought it was weird that she hadn’t received a reply from him. He didn’t usually go so long without answering her messages.