Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Willow fills both of their glasses, and then they clink them together in a cheers.
“Two and a half,” she says proudly. Both women climb to their feet and wobble, and we rush forward to steady them.
“Hey, big guy,” Lena says softly as she leans in to kiss my chest. “You have really great muscles. We’ve been talking about it.”
“You’ve been talking about my brother’s muscles?” Ry asks Willow, who rolls her eyes.
“Both of your muscles,” Willow clarifies. “We like ’em. It’s unanamisses.”
“Unanimous?” I ask.
“That’s what she said,” Lena whisper-shouts, making me snort. “I helped make lasagna. I don’t think it’ll kill anyone. And I brought Wills a present.”
She called her Wills.
Does this mean that they’re friends now? I fucking hope so.
“You have to see it,” Willow says, directing us into the kitchen. “And we’re having the nonpoisonous lasagna for dinner.”
“You don’t have to love it,” Lena says, rubbing her hand up and down my chest and stomach, and I have to take her hand in mine and kiss it—otherwise, I’ll have to boost her up on the nearest wall and fuck her until she can’t breathe.
“Love what, baby?”
“The present for Willow.”
She suddenly looks nervous, and I kiss her temple. Ryker’s watching me with a grin.
He figured out that we’re sleeping together on our drive today, and he hasn’t stopped giving me shit for robbing the cradle all fucking day.
Asshole.
“Behold,” Willow says, gesturing with her arms and jazz hands at the gorgeous sketch sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Jesus,” Ryker whispers as we both step closer.
My girl, my perfect Rebel, has sketched a picture of Ry, Aiden, and me here on the ranch. The barn is in the background, along with the mountains, and the three of us are laughing. Aiden’s in the middle.
Christ Jesus, this woman. I have to rub over the sudden ache in my chest.
“It’s my men,” Wills says as she wipes away a tear. “She captured you all so perfectly. My guys.”
“You loaned me all those books, and I just wanted to get on your good side,” Lena says, leaning into me shyly.
She hasn’t looked up once.
“Rebel.” I hook my finger under her chin and tip her head up. “This is fucking incredible.”
She bites that delicious lip and then buries her face in my chest. “Thanks.”
“I don’t have words,” Ryker says and then makes a come here motion with his hand. “Give her to me.”
“Fuck you.”
“For real, pass her over.”
“I will kill your stupid ass.”
Lena’s giggling when Ryker takes her hand and pulls her into a hug, making me growl at him.
He grins over her head.
“Thank you. I know it’s not for me, but it’s going to hang in my house, and it’s fucking awesome.”
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Lena says shyly.
“You’re wrong,” Willow says, getting in on the hug action, wrapping her arms around them both. “It’s a big fucking deal. Gid, get in here. Group hug.”
“You’re all weird.”
“Come on.” Ryker opens an arm, and I give in, hugging them for a second and then pulling away.
Seeing them all together, actually welcoming Lena, laughing and talking, has something shifting in my chest.
God, she looks right here. Like she belongs here, with us. Like she should never leave.
She’s going to leave.
But today isn’t that day.
“I’m hungry,” Lena announces, wiggling her way out of the group hug.
“Me too,” Willow says. “We had a lot of wine.”
“You don’t say.” My voice is dry as fuck, but they just laugh at me.
“It’s not like I’m driving anywhere,” Lena says as she leans on the counter. “Or drunk dialing an ex to piss him off or turn him on. Or both.”
I narrow my eyes at her and lean in so only she can hear what I’m about to say.
“I’ve been reminded twice tonight that other motherfuckers have had you, Rebel. I don’t like it. Not even a little. Keep it up and see where it gets you.”
“Yeah, okay.” She snorts.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Gideon possessive,” Willow tells Ry, as if I’m not even in the room. “It’s fascinating.”
“He’s definitely not usually like this. It’s new.” He steals a slice of garlic bread and bites in. “I’ll set the table.”
“So you won the Stanley Cup?” Lena asks him.
“Twice,” Ry says with a shit-eating grin.
“That’s impressive.”
“But has he protected a fucking president?” I glare at my brother, who just laughs. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re both impressive,” Lena says, patting my chest, and I catch her hand in mine, linking our fingers. I fucking missed her this afternoon. “But I don’t know anything about hockey. I know all about your job.”
“Hockey isn’t all that great,” I mutter, and Ryker laughs out loud.
My brother is a dick.
“I was also the MVP. Twice.” He winks at my woman, and now I know he’s just trying to piss me off.
“I wonder if I ever saw you play,” she says, tipping her head to the side. “When I was a kid, before Mom won the presidency, my dad would take me to games. Hockey, football, basketball, pretty much everything. He’s a huge sports fan.”