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)
“What the hell? You need to think about yourself. I’m not cheating on her, and it’s nothing like that. Damn, woman, you need to get your head cleared or some shit and stop fucking cursing my dick and balls. That shit is nasty.” He couldn’t help but scrunch up his face.
He reached into his jacket pocket and handed her the velvet box. “Look.”
She rolled her eyes, then opened it. “Oh, wow, that is not a pair of earrings.”
“Earrings?” He shook his head. “Of course not. I want to ask your sister to marry me.”
“Marry you?”
“Yeah, marry me. I think that is a huge freaking deal.”
Maeve’s mouth was wide open. “Why would you want to marry my sister?”
He frowned, because clearly, he wasn’t speaking right. Glancing up the staircase, he checked to see if Eden had come out of her room, but there was no sign of her. He breathed a sigh of relief, because he did not want to get this wrong.
“I love her. I love her more than anything and I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.” It felt so good to get that off his chest.
He looked toward Maeve, who started with a dumbfounded look on her face, which changed into a beaming smile.
“Thank you,” Maeve said.
This made him frown. “What?”
“For loving my sister. For not being a dirtbag. I did tell her there would be a man out there for her, and only for her.”
He knew to win Eden over completely, he needed to have her sister onboard.
“I’m going to need your help. I want this to be the best damn proposal she has ever experienced.”
Maeve clapped her hands together and then gasped, as they both, this time, turned to look toward the stairs. She let out a little whimper.
“Sorry, I’m just so freaking excited. This is good news. This is big news.”
He smiled at her. “You’re willing to help me?”
“You’ve got that straight, buster. I will help you with this.”
It had already been too long since he last saw Eden, and he was starting to feel the withdrawal.
Another glance upstairs, and he sighed. “Quickly, do you have any rough ideas?” he asked.
“Rough ideas? Not a clue. But then, Eden has never been interested in the whole marriage thing. She has always been more of a ... work person. She didn’t think men would want to date her, let alone marry her.” Maeve winced and shrugged.
“That doesn’t help me,” he said.
“Hey,” Maeve said, slapping his arm. “I am sure with the two of us, not butting heads but figuring this out, we can work together.” She winked at him. “I’ll let you go and I am going to have a good, long think. Trust me, this is going to be incredible.” There was a second wink, and then she turned on her heel and made her way into the living room.
He looked up toward the stairs and placed the ring in the secret pocket in his jacket. He was aware of it being there, but he was not just going to come out and pop the question. He was going to wait for the right time.
Chapter Thirteen
He’s playing you.
Eden grabbed a pillow, pressed it against her face, and screamed as the constant badgering of self-doubt kept rearing its ugly head. She didn’t want to think about the doubt. This was not a place to be thinking about Mac’s words. She couldn’t even believe she was giving his vile hit any kind of thought.
At the sound of her door opening, she quickly pushed the pillow back into place and looked to see Razor enter her room.
He smiled at her. “Your sister said you were up here.”
“I thought you were going to call or text.”
“I didn’t get a chance. Doc headed back to the clubhouse, and I came here.” He closed the door and made his way toward the bed. She didn’t get the chance to move to greet him as he pressed a hand beside her hip, trapping her against the bed and his hard body. “I’ve missed you.”
His lips brushed against hers, the touch light at first, but then he deepened the kiss, and she couldn’t help but release a moan, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he growled.
“Fuck, woman, come and shower with me,” he said.
Eden knew she should ask him what Mac meant, but she didn’t want to bring the ex into this, especially when she had a feeling Mac was just causing trouble. There was no way she was going to allow herself to feel stupid.
Razor also wasn’t asking, as he shoved his hands beneath her body and lifted her up. She wasn’t prepared for him, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled.
“What are you doing? I can walk.”
“And I can carry you, and that is exactly what I am going to do.”