Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
He looked at her.
“No, seriously, I am. I’m a boring person. I don’t like going out and drinking. I enjoy dancing, but I’m awkward in crowds. I do like to go to fairs, but I’m not one to ... stand out.” She frowned.
“I’m not looking for anyone to start being the clown,” he said. “I like you, Eden. I want to start seeing you.”
She frowned.
“What is it?” he asked.
“No one has ever wanted to come and see me,” she said. “I mean, I’ve never had anyone do this.”
He reached out and put a hand on her thigh. “There is always a first for everything.”
“I don’t have sex right away,” she said. “Mac and I never had sex.”
Her panic was so freaking cute, and he knew they never had sex. It was one of the things Mac kept complaining about, but he was so determined to have sex with Eden, it was why he kept seeing her. Razor had been pissed off with him. He was only after the notch of Eden.
Learning she didn’t jump in the sack right away had made Razor curious.
He never cared what women did. He had never been with a woman steadily. All his life, sex had been fun, with an endless supply of women. All of them meant nothing to him, and he’d never needed to try with a woman.
No woman had ever made him feel this way. Eden made him want to be better. She made him want to show up.
“I’m not after sex. I want to hang out, get to know you. Call you and be there for you,” he said.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. When you need a date for something, I’m your guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to have to take care of club business and deal with all that shit, but it comes with the job,” he said.
“I get it.”
“So, is that a yes or a no?” he asked. “Are you happy with me stopping by, or would you rather I leave?”
“I’m happy,” she said.
Chapter Five
The first month of dating was not what Eden imagined.
For the first week, there was absolutely no sign of Razor. He didn’t stop by the house, but he did text to let her know something had come up, and he would call her the moment he got back to town. It all seemed reasonable.
Maeve had to also leave town, as she had a couple of jobs that had come up. She had a couple of author websites she needed to redo and work through. It was a lot of work getting the books into the categories requested, resetting the whole website, making it easier and more accessible. Rather than constantly looking at her cell phone, she worked from morning to night, taking short breaks to have breakfast and dinner. She was not much of a snack person. She had gotten out of eating snacks long ago.
By the second week, the same thing happened, as did the third and fourth week, and then they were into March.
Razor was not cold, though, he called every single day, asking how she was. She talked about the elements of work she could. She asked him about his day, and he was always vague, but that came as no surprise to her, seeing as Mac had also been.
After four weeks, and her sister moving from job to job and not returning home, she ran out of food and had no choice but to make her way to the grocery store. Usually, she and Maeve went shopping together. She sent her sister a quick text to find out exactly what she wanted when she came home.
This was not unusual for Maeve to spend weeks, if not months at a time, working. She would be on one job and get a call to go and do another. Eden knew she had traveled from the States to the UK, to France, and then on to Italy, all in the name of work, and her sister loved it.
Ten minutes later, Maeve had sent her a text with all the stuff she wanted, including ice cream. If ice cream was on the menu, that meant it wasn’t long before she would call time-out and come home for a break. They were both workaholics, but they also knew balance was everything.
They had both witnessed their parents do nothing but work. One had been a lawyer, and the other an accountant, damn good at their jobs, respected, and they earned a good living. However, they had also seen how tired they had gotten, how they rarely had time for family. It’s why she and Maeve had been able to slip into a routine while living together. It was the same back home, when their parents were alive. They rarely saw them.
When they were killed, they had both been devastated. They had spent a lot of time talking about intervening, trying to talk to their parents, to spend time with them. They never did, and their parents never got the chance to know them.