Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I can’t tell her that I’m in love with her in our best friends’ bathroom. Now is not the right time, but the time will come when I tell her what she means to me. What she means to us. I try to show her in every way, and my words dance around the truth, but one day soon, I’ll say those three little words I’ve never uttered to a woman I wasn’t related to.
Pulling her lips from mine, she whispers, “We should get back out there.”
“I know. Are you okay?”
She laughs. “I’m good. I don’t know why I got so emotional. I guess it’s because I’m so happy for Corie and Knox, and then Camden and his giant heart stepped up to the plate, and I got lost in my feels for a few minutes.”
“Little man is going to be a charmer,” I say, trying to lighten the moment.
“For real. The ladies better watch out. I mean, unless he ends up with Coral.”
“Are you matchmaking for him already?” I chuckle.
“Admit that it would be great for your son to marry one of your best friends’ daughters.”
“He’s two.”
I laugh. “I know, but Bellamy and I have already talked about it. We’re all for it,” she tells me, as I pull open the door and lead her out of the room.
Camden is playing with Coral on a blanket in the living room, and no one seems to notice we’ve slipped back into the room. We spend a couple of hours laughing, eating, and celebrating Knox and Corie’s news before we load up and head home.
Sloane slides into my bed next to me, where she belongs, and even though I want nothing more than to strip her out of those cute-ass pajamas she’s wearing and have my way with her, my girl has had an emotional night. So, instead, I wrap my arms around her and hold her while we both drift off to sleep.
“So, I’m heading to my parents’ later today.”
I glance up from my phone to look at Sloane, who has just walked into the living room looking like a wet dream. She’s in a pair of tight, faded jeans that mold to her body as if she were poured into them, black boots that come up to just below her knees, and a long black sweater. “Okay,” I finally answer, after I shamelessly finish checking her out.
“It’s my dad’s birthday, and we’re having dinner.”
I nod and move to the edge of my seat. She steps closer, and I widen my thighs, making room for her. I grip her ass as I peer up at her. “Do you want us to go with you?” I haven’t met her parents yet, at least not in an official capacity. I don’t want to push that on her, but I need her to understand that if she wants us to, Camden and I will be there.
She bites on her bottom lip. “I was hoping that you would.”
“Of course. What time are we leaving?”
“In half an hour,” she says, and I toss my head back in laughter.
“Babe, you said later,” I tease.
“I know. I was nervous, okay?” she says, as the corner of her mouth tilts into a grin.
“There’s never anything you need to be nervous about. Not with me. Do they know about us?”
She nods. “Yeah, they were concerned about the whole dating-my-boss thing, but they see how happy I am, and they haven’t brought it up since.”
“Good. Let me run upstairs and change.” I glance down at my sweats and faded Rampage T-shirt I’m wearing. “What about Camden?”
“He’s coming,” she says, her tone firm.
I smile. This fucking woman, she’s my everything. “I know that. I meant what should he wear?”
“Oh, um, I’ll grab an outfit for him.” She steps back, or tries to, but I hold strong.
“Kiss me.”
Her lips meet mine, but it’s over far too soon. “Hey, Cam,” she calls over her shoulder to where my son is playing with blocks. “We’re going to go visit my mommy and daddy. We have to get you changed,” she says, her tone light and filled with excitement that she knows he’ll respond to.
“Cam, go.” He climbs to his feet and comes rushing toward us as fast as his little legs can carry him. He crashes into us, laughing.
“Come on, little man. Daddy will give you a ride.” I lift him to my shoulder, stand, and bounce around a few times, making sure to give him some extra jiggles as we head upstairs. I drop him off in his room with Sloane, while I head to mine to get changed.
I don’t really know what one wears to meet the parents, so I grab a pair of light-washed jeans and a black long-sleeved button-up. It’s casual, yet not my normal sweats, and I don’t want it to look like I’m trying too hard.