Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I leaned forward, unable to contain my excitement. “Of course I would! In fact, I’ve already spoken to Larisa several times and verified with all of the service providers that the services are transferrable. This is happening, everyone! The only thing you need to get is your dress. Larisa was going to wear her grandmother’s, which she obviously wants to keep.”
The comments section had been busier than usual all day, but now the messages were coming in so rapidly, I couldn’t even read them.
“So here’s the deal. One lucky person is going to win this ah-mazing wedding. To enter, all you have to do is tell us why it should be you, in three hundred words or less.” I pointed down to where a link had started flashing on the screen. “Just click below to submit your entry. We’ll keep the contest open for five days and announce the winner live on our next show! Good luck, and happy wedding planning.”
My laptop wasn’t even shut when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I smiled and swiped.
Wilder: Great show. That’s some contest.
Sloane: I know. I was tempted to go buy back my wedding dress and donate it to the package. But I thought better of it. LOL.
Wilder: I’m glad you didn’t.
Sloane: What country are you in now?
Wilder: I’m back home in England finally. I can’t believe it’s only been twelve days since I left New York. It feels like twelve months.
Sloane: Were your travels productive?
Wilder: For the most part. Your haircut looks nice, BTW.
I was shocked he’d noticed. It was only a trim.
Sloane: Thank you. You’re very observant.
Wilder: I once dated a girl who dyed her hair from blond to jet black. She wasn’t happy when I didn’t notice the change. So I think I have selective observation skills.
I smiled.
Sloane: My niece has her nose in her phone even more than usual. I’m pretty sure she and Lucas are texting nonstop.
Wilder: I took him to dinner when I got home earlier since I haven’t been around. He barely said two words he was so busy on his cell. That explains it.
Before I could type back, a second text came in.
Wilder: Will they be related when we get married? It’s been too long of a day for me to do the math on that.
I chuckled.
Sloane: Married, huh? We haven’t even had a date yet.
Wilder: Maybe it’s time we changed that …
I chewed on my fingernail, debating whether I should ask about his current dating life. A few of the photos I’d seen of him in the last week had included women—attractive ones. They could have been employees or business partners or … I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. But maybe if I did, I’d stop stalking the man’s Instagram.
Sloane: Speaking of dating, are you still on your miss moratorium?
Wilder: It’s the longest I’ve been celibate since I was fifteen.
I chewed on my lip.
Sloane: How long has it been?
Wilder: 29 days, 9 hours, and 11 minutes.
I laughed.
Sloane: You don’t really know the minutes and hours, do you?
Wilder: Nah. Made that part up.
I swiped over to my calendar and did a little math before responding.
Sloane: I have you beat. 251 days.
The little circles started to bounce around, then stopped before starting again.
Wilder: Wasn’t your wedding date six months ago—a hundred and eighty days from when we met last month? That would be 220.
Sloane: Yes. But we didn’t have sex for a month before the wedding. I was trying to make our wedding night special.
Those dots started moving again, then stopped. Thirty seconds later, my phone rang.
Wilder spoke before I could even say hello. “We are not doing that shit before our wedding.”
The gravelly sound of his voice woke up the butterflies in my belly, but the thought of having sex with Wilder at all sent them fluttering still lower.
I laughed. “And here I thought I was the only one who made wedding plans before there was even a proposal.”
“I don’t give two shits about the when and where, but I care about being cut off from having you beneath me.”
“Beneath you? What if I’m more of an on-top girl?”
Wilder groaned. “You’re killing me, Cupcake.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “Why are you up so late? It’s after two there, isn’t it?”
“I wanted to see you.”
My heart melted. “You stayed up to watch my show? That’s so sweet.”
Wilder went silent for a minute. I thought we might’ve gotten disconnected. “Hello?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m here. Was just debating sharing something. But I think it might be better if I didn’t.”
“Well, now you have to share.”
“I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“I wanted to watch your show, but it’s not because I’m sweet, Sloane.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve been feeling sort of frustrated the last few weeks. You know, not dating and all. So I thought I might … take care of business while watching.”