Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
We’ve been back in Virginia for two days now. That doesn’t seem like a lot of time, but for me, it might as well have been a lifetime. My time here is night and day compared to what I’m used to in life. I don’t know what I expected, but honestly, it wouldn’t have surprised me if Ford turned into a monster with three heads. On the way here, I prepared myself constantly for everything about him to change. In these last two days, the opposite has become true. He’s even better than he was in North Carolina. He’s relaxed and happy. The man is also making time for Asher, even though he’s busy catching up on things here. Last night, they played basketball in the driveway of his gorgeous house. Then he came in and he and Asher made dinner. Today is the first day that I’m starting to feel like myself. I even managed to put some makeup on. It doesn’t completely hide my bruises, but it is an improvement. I’m not as sore either—which is a really good thing. The most surprising thing, though, is that I’m … happy. I realize I can’t decide things in just three days with Ford, but still, this feels different. I feel different.
“Hey,” I respond to him. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I thought you were supposed to be resting?” he asks, pulling up a stool in front of the gorgeous waterfall granite island that is kind of the centerpiece of his huge kitchen. It’s white and gray, full of light, with big windows over the sink that overlooks the beautiful backyard. It’s also open to the dining room, which is surrounded by floor to ceiling windows and a set of French doors that lead to an enormous deck. It’s like a dream home. I still can’t believe he even mentioned he’d sign the house over to his daughter and move to be with me. I would accuse him of lying, but I know he's not. Whatever else Ford might be, he’s not a liar. I’ve been around enough of those to recognize one when I see them. He’s just a straight shooter, and that makes me feel … secure.
“Yeah, Mom. You’re supposed to be resting. Me and Ford always cook for you. It’s our job,” Asher gripes, putting his hands on the bar just like Ford is.
I could almost giggle when I see him. Ford even gave him a MC cut that looks just like the club one that Ford wears. The name patch on it reads, “Hoops”. My son is over the moon that he has his own name. He’s trying to mimic everything Ford does. Ford is loving it and honestly, I am too. It blows me away what a change my son has undergone in just a matter of days.
“I guess that means you don’t want any barbeque chicken pizza, huh?” I ask, knowing it’s his favorite. His beautiful green eyes widen with excitement.
“Did you make the crust yourself like you do back at our old house?”
“I did, with the cheese in the crust like you like.”
“Oh, wow! Thanks, Mom!”
“You’re welcome,” I laugh.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m in for a treat?” Ford says.
“Because you are?” I murmur, grinning at him.
“I get the feeling you’ve been keeping secrets, sweetheart.”
I laugh. “I hope you like it.”
“You made it for me. I’m going to love it,” he says, leaning over to press his lips on mine.
I blush when I pull back. My gaze goes immediately to my son, but he’s just grinning away, completely happy. “Why don’t you guys go wash up and I’ll dish up the pizza?” I tell them.
“Hey, Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we have a picnic?”
“Well, I didn’t bring the blanket,” I murmur. Ford frowns at me, probably because he knows I cleaned out my rental. I know that Benny and his men knew I lived there. I know Ford said there was nothing to worry about with him any longer, and I trust that. It makes me happy—even if that makes me a bad person. That said, I’m sure if Benny knew, so do the Korslovas and I don’t trust them. Ford called them—despite me asking him to let it go. He told them I’m his old lady—which is a term that annoys me, but apparently in MC terms, it just means I’m his woman. I don’t know what exactly was said, but Ford called someone in the Bratva with more firepower than the Korslovas and said they won’t be an issue for me. Still, I decided to move out of the house and pack our stuff. I didn’t want to bring it to Virginia. Ford argued and, in the end, we put my stuff in Ford’s garage. That way, I can take it with me if I leave or unpack if I stay.