Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Did that mean that after this was taken care of that he’d disappear again?
God. That thought made her feel ill.
“So what is going on?” Livvy asked. “Why do you need Matthieu? Do you need to move in with me and Sav?”
“No, she should come live with me and Spike. We don’t have kids. And we have a really good security system because Spike is super cautious. And he loves me.”
Wow.
What must that be like, to know that your man was going to do whatever was necessary to take care of you because he loved you.
“I’m not going to move in with anyone,” she said hastily. “But thank you, that’s really kind and generous.”
Millie eyed her strangely. “It’s what friends do for each other.”
They were friends? She’d thought she and Livvy were friends, but she’d only met Millie once so she hadn’t been sure.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “I don’t have many friends as I’m sure you can tell.”
“How would we be able to tell that?” Millie said. “And you don’t have to thank us. I happen to think you’ll be an amazing friend and when people realize that they’ll all want to be your friends, but me and Liv were here first. We have first dibs.”
“First dibs?” Livvy asked dryly. “That’s not a thing.”
“It’s totally a thing.” Millie nodded emphatically.
“My father has been receiving threats. Some of those threats mentioned me so he’s being cautious.”
“Smart,” Millie said with a nod. “Now, do we get to go eat cake and drink hot chocolate? Because I worked out hard.”
Hmm. That was debatable. But Maya wasn’t about to say that to her new best friend.
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Maya said. “I have another class soon.”
“Bummer.” Millie pouted.
“You guys go, though.”
“Actually, we really wanted to talk to you about something.” Livvy looked around before leaning in to speak to her quietly. “It’s about the puppies.”
She stared at Livvy in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I told Millie about how you were worried about the yoga puppies and we decided that we want to help you rescue them.”
Oh shit. This was unexpected. She glanced over at Matthieu, but he was on his phone.
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Millie asked. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you? Livvy and I talked after our chat the other day and we both thought the same thing. You’re going to save those puppies. It’s what I would do. And we can help you. I have experience in this sort of thing.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what sort of experience Millie had.
“Guys, even if I was going to do this, which I’m not admitting to,” yet, “I wouldn’t involve the two of you. It would be dangerous.”
“That’s my middle name,” Millie told her. “Actually, it’s not. It’s Margaret. But if I could choose a name, I’d be Millie Dangerous Brontosaurus.”
That was an . . . interesting name.
“Let us help. You can’t do it alone. Especially now.” Livvy glanced over at Matthieu meaningfully.
Yeah. He was going to make her animal rescues more difficult.
“I don’t know . . .”
“You know you can trust me,” Livvy said. “And Millie too.”
They both stared at her with hope-filled eyes.
Shit. If they really wanted to do this . . .
“You’re sure?”
Livvy nodded. “I’ll set up a group chat that we can all use.”
“They aren’t monitoring your phone, are they?” Millie asked.
“Why would they do that?” she asked, feeling alarmed.
Millie shrugged. “I don’t know. In case the guy threatening you calls or something.”
“He’s not really threatening me. And no, they’re not. But before you go, I do have something to ask you, Millie. I know we don’t know each other well—”
“Just told you that we’re friends, girl,” Millie told her.
Well, I, I—”
“What’s going on here,” Matthieu demanded, making her jump with a cry.
“How the heck do you move so quietly? You’re like Batman!” Maya cried.
“Nah, more like a ninja,” Millie said with a nod of her head. “Impressive. Light like a cloud, as quiet as a mouse.”
He sighed. “Did you really just describe me as a mouse?”
Millie grinned. “I like mice.”
“No, you don’t,” Livvy retorted. “You’re scared of them.”
“Oh. Yeah. I forgot. I am scared of mice. Uh-huh.” Millie nodded. “So how are you, Matthieu? Long time no see.”
“I just saw you the other day,” Matthieu replied.
This was a bizarre conversation. And if the look on Matthieu’s face was anything to go by, he was thinking the same.
“Um, right. Sooo . . .” Millie trailed off. Then she brightened up. “You were going to ask me something, Maya?”
“Ahh, yes. It’s about my animals. I’m just worried about them if something happens to me. I don’t want to see them given away to other people. Especially Tank, he has trust issues. He’s really sad and scared of everyone except Big B. Big B is a pig.”
“Are you . . . are you asking me . . .” Millie gasped for air. “Are you asking me to be a godmother to your babies?”