Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“It’s cold out there,” I say and he looks back at me.
“Yeah.” He smirks and his eyes trail over my face to my now pebbled nipples.
“Look at your own nipples,” I tell him as I walk into the kitchen and head over to the cupboard that the mugs are in. “Did you make your coffee yet?” I ask him and he just shakes his head.
“I was too busy tending to the animals,” he replies as Whiskey goes over to his bowl filling the room with the sound of him crunching on his breakfast.
I pull down two mugs and groan. “My whole body is sore,” I mumble as I pick up the pot of coffee and pour one for him and then one for me. “It feels like I just did a huge workout.”
“Um.” He leans a hip against the counter next to me. “Did you forget what you were doing?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask him as he pushes off the counter and heads to the fridge to grab the milk.
“You spent the beginning of the night bowling like a normal person.” I watch him. “Then the rest of the night you were trying to get your ball to spin.”
I open my mouth. “Um, Nate, I was there, and it did spin.”
Last night’s event was bowling with the bridal party, and I would say I’m an okay bowler, but I’m highly competitive. Like, I’m not losing; I don’t care who you are, even if you’re a kid. If we’re playing a game, I’m aiming to win. You can cry in your Wheaties if you have to. “It did not spin.” He shakes his head as he adds milk to his coffee and then looks over at mine and waits for me to give him the go-ahead.
Being the stubborn person I am, I grab the milk from him and wince. The throbbing from my wrist now comes through. “Oh, it spun,” I affirm, so sure of myself, but there were bottomless margaritas, so anything could be possible. I have vague memories, snippets, more or less. “I think someone has a video.”
“Yeah, they do.” He nods, grabbing the milk from me to pour it in my coffee as I argue with him. “I do. I also have one of you running in the other lane trying to blow on the ball to get it to spin.”
“You know what? Your nipples are distracting me.” I hold up my hand. “You should put them away.”
“I would say the same.” He looks down and his mouth forms a smirk. “One almost took out my eyes.”
“It’s not my fault that me being naked bothers you.” I bring the cup of coffee to my lips.
“Nothing about you naked bothers me.” He takes his own sip. “Quite the contrary, actually.”
My head about whips around to stare at him, but I don’t have a chance to say anything before his phone rings. He walks over to the jacket he tossed on the couch and pulls it out. “It’s your brother.”
“Don’t fucking answer it,” I tell him. “He’ll probably be like, ‘Hey, there’s a break in the schedule, so we’ve added snowshoeing to it.’”
He laughs at me as he answers the phone and puts it on speaker. I narrow my eyes and glare right at him for not listening to me. “Hey,” he greets, “you’re on speakerphone and your sister is here.”
“No, I’m not!” I shout. “I’m, in fact, not here. I’m a ghost.”
“Oh good, I have the both of you so it can save me a phone call,” he says and Nate puts the phone on the counter, and I hold my hands up like I’m about to strangle him. “Just a reminder that it’s the day to do the last fitting.”
“Last fitting?” I repeat. “I didn’t do a first fitting.”
“We know,” Joshua replies. “We were wondering if you could maybe get there a bit early so she can work on yours first.”
“Who is we?” I ask him. “I emailed her my measurements that I took with her on Zoom. It’ll be fine.”
“It’s my wedding day,” he snaps and I look up at Nate, who just raises his eyebrows.
“Yes, wedding day, not fucking wedding week,” I retort. “I’ll be there when I need to be there and not a minute before. I have things I’m doing.”
“Yeah, like what?” he asks me.
“Like annoying Nate with my nipples,” I declare, and he grabs the phone from the counter.
“No nipples have been seen on purpose,” he denies into the phone. “I’ll drive her there as soon as she gets dressed.”
“No, he won’t,” I sing out as he disconnects the phone. “Fine, I’ll just be lounging here.” I walk over to the couch and put my knee into it before I sit down and cuddle in the corner. Whiskey comes up and joins me. “With my nipples, until fifteen minutes before we’re due to be there.”