Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Those two words felt bigger and truer with every repetition.
I pulled myself from my deep thoughts when he pulled into the garage. He killed the engine, came around to open my door, and took my hand as we walked inside.
“Relax.” He pressed a quick kiss to my knuckles. “I have dinner. Go put your feet up.”
“Work felt like it dragged on forever today, so that sounds amazing. Thank you.”
I wandered into the living room instead of heading straight to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Colter’s furniture was high-end, in muted tones. So it was impossible to miss my favorite throw blanket thrown over the back of his leather couch. Soft teal chenille, with tiny pom-pom fringe.
I hadn’t packed it, but there had been a few times when I found myself wishing I had. Running my fingers over the fabric, I thought back to Wednesday night. I popped into the bathroom while he brought my bag downstairs, so he must’ve grabbed the blanket then.
He’d brought it without asking. Just added it to his space to make me feel more comfortable. Yet another way to show me how much he cared.
After changing into a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, I pulled the blanket around my shoulders, sank onto the couch, and tucked my legs under me. It wasn’t long before the scent of garlic and herbs reached me. Colter was a surprisingly good cook.
A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway, a dish towel slung over one shoulder. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
I lifted the blanket higher. “You brought this over for me?”
His lips curved into his signature smirk. “Figured you’d want it here.”
His explanation was matter-of-fact. As though it was nothing to notice what made me feel cozy and then make sure it was waiting for me.
I blinked back happy tears before he could see them. My voice was thick when I murmured, “The food smells amazing. What did you make?”
“Pasta primavera with your favorite veggies.” He crossed the room, leaned down, and kissed the top of my head. “Five minutes. Don’t move.”
I stayed where I was until he called me to the table. The plates were already set, and my smile widened when I saw the zucchini and bell peppers mixed in with the pasta and chicken. And the glass of white wine at my seat, instead of the red at his. “You really don’t miss a thing.”
“Not when it comes to you.”
It would’ve sounded like a line coming from any other man, but I knew he meant what he said. He’d proved over and over again how much he picked up on when I talked. “Lucky me.”
We sat across from each other and talked about nothing important at first. I shared the funny story Sarah told me about her cat, and Colter told me that he’d spent the afternoon at the clubhouse handling club business. He didn’t give specifics, and I had learned not to ask.
Twirling pasta around his fork, he asked, “You been clearing a lot of minor audit flags lately?”
I blinked. “Um…yeah. Why?”
“Just curious.” He shrugged. “You mentioned them before.”
I took a sip of wine, wondering if I had imagined the calculation that flickered in his eyes before disappearing. Searching his expression, all I found was the usual curiosity a man would have for the woman in his bed.
“It’s mostly boring stuff. Routine wires, small transfers, the kind of thing that pops up every day for businesses with high transaction volume. But nothing that crosses my desk ever seems to escalate. I just follow my supervisor's guidance—approve and move on.”
He took another bite before asking. “I can see how that would be frustrating if you do that a thousand times a week.”
“Um…more like a couple of hundred at the busiest of times.” I shook my head with a laugh. “And it’s only that many because Mr. Hopkins doesn’t trust me with the more complex alerts. The analysts who get those spend a lot more time on them. I’m not attached to any of the high-risk accounts yet.”
He set his fork down, reached across the table, and caught my hand. His thumb stroked over my knuckles. “But you like your job?”
I shrugged. “It pays the bills, and I’m good at what I do, even if my tasks aren’t that complicated. That’s enough for now.”
He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm. “Good. As long as you’re happy.”
“I am.”
That was even more true now that he’d come into my life.
“What movie should we watch later?”
I thought about our options before suggesting an action flick that came out last year, but I hadn’t had a chance to watch it yet. But we never make it to the couch after dinner. Instead, he scooped me from my chair and carried me to the bedroom where he slowly stripped me bare. By the time he was done ravishing me, the movie was the last thing on my mind.