Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“That was all Ms. Hayes.” He doesn’t take the credit. “You two will work well together.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I didn’t say yes yet.”
“But you didn’t say no either.” He points at me and the rest of the lunch is spent with us talking about how his back-to-the-ice training is going.
When I push away from the table and stand up, his eyes go down, a full sweep of my outfit, and I’m suddenly happy I chose this outfit. The white wraparound skirt hits me mid-thigh, shorter than I would ever wear three months ago, but also one I was dying to wear. I hold my nude-colored purse in both hands as I wait for him to stand up. He grabs his things, putting his aviator glasses on the top of his head as he extends his hand out for me to walk in front of him. I walk toward the front door, smiling at the hostess when she tells us to have a nice day.
The wind blows my hair over my face as I step out and wait for him to follow. I look at the black Land Rover on the other side of my white one. “Well,” I say, stopping in the middle of the parking lot, “thank you for meeting with me.”
He extends his hand for me to shake and I reach out, my hand sliding into his. “Thank you for your interest in our foundation,” he replies, so official.
“I guess I’ll be in touch,” I state, our hands still in each other’s, moving up and down.
“I am very much looking forward to that.” His eyes stare into mine. “And for working with you.” I don’t know why but those words make my insides shiver.
“I’m going to need my hand back, if you expect me to be in touch with you,” I joke and he just smirks, squeezing mine once before letting it go.
“Have a good day, Lexi,” he says and waits for me to walk over to my SUV before he walks over to his. I get in at the same time my phone rings, and I see it’s my mother. “Hey, Mom,” I answer, looking in my rearview at his ass as he walks to his own vehicle. The tight black dress pants fitting him perfectly. “Did you land?”
“We just landed,” she says breathlessly. “Do you want to meet us at the first house?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a smile, “I’ll be there in fifteen.” I watch him back out of his parking spot and look over at me. The aviator glasses on his face make him even more hot. I shake my head. “I’m excited.”
“Us too,” she says. My phone rings and I see he’s calling me.
“I’ll see you soon,” I say, hanging up and answering him, “Hello.”
“Everything okay?” he asks me and I turn to look out the back window at him.
“Yeah, why?”
“You haven’t left yet,” he notes and I wonder if he can see me, “just making sure you are okay.”
“All good,” I assure him. “My mother called.”
“Sounds good.” He holds up his hand and waves. “Talk later,” he adds, right before he disconnects. I watch him drive out of the parking lot when I add the address of the house in the GPS. I replay the whole conversation we had at lunch as I follow the directions to the house, stopping when it tells me I’ve reached the destination. I get out of the SUV and walk toward the house. Stepping onto the driveway, I see the black double garage door. I look up at the house and it looks like it’s all concrete. I look over my shoulder when I hear a car approaching and then smile when I see my mother in the passenger side, waving. The car comes to a stop and I walk toward them.
My mother gets out and comes to me while my father trails behind her. “Hey,” she says with a huge smile on her face as she comes to me and gives me a big hug, and we sway side to side. Letting me go, she then grabs my face in her hands. “You look so good,” she praises, “even better than the last time we saw you.”
“You see me every day during our FaceTime calls,” I remind her as my father walks around and grabs me in a hug. “Hi, Dad,” I say, putting my head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heart beating.
He rubs his hands up and down my back. “You ready to see this house?” he asks me and I nod my head.
“This is my favorite one,” my mother shares, walking over to the gate and putting in the code. The door unlocks and she steps in. “I like that it’s got a cement wall so you can’t see the front door.” She looks over at me as we step in and I look at the house.