Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
They were impacted by a disease that wreaks havoc on everyone it touches. Even if they’d wanted to stop using, it was nearly impossible to do without a support system — which neither of them had.
My anger turned to sadness, my resentment melting into understanding.
They were just two humans doing their best.
And now I was doing the same.
I still got into more than my fair share of fights on the ice, though.
I had a reputation to uphold, after all.
And while I was battling it out with my teammates for the championship, Mia was dazzling the world with her music. Any chance I got, I flew to watch her shows, marveling each time at how her fans showed up for her. They didn’t just enjoy her music, they loved it. They loved her. They put thought and time into their outfits for each show, made signs, screamed for her all night and long after her glittery heels left the stage.
The headlines now were all about what I’d always known to be true about my girl.
She was a star.
She was a phenomenon.
And I was just the lucky sonofabitch who got to bask in her glow.
I leaned back again, dragging my eyes over her. “So, are you going to tell me why after we split that bottle of wine at dinner last night you drunkenly kept insisting that Isabella is going to hate you?”
She laughed, shifting to sit up and face me. “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone yet.”
“Scout’s honor,” I said, holding up three fingers in a mock salute.
She bit her bottom lip, hesitating for a moment before blurting out, “I’ve already started working on a new album.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Already? You’re on break!”
“I know,” she said quickly, waving her hands like she could explain her way out of it. “But I couldn’t help it. The ideas just started coming to me, and I had to get them down.”
“And why would Isabella hate you for that?”
Her shy smile was my undoing. “It’s pretty… lovey-dovey.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. “Lovey-dovey, huh?”
“Yes, so brace yourself for some seriously sappy lyrics,” she said, pretending to groan.
“Need me to break your heart?” I teased, slipping my fingers under the tie of her bikini again.
She smacked my hand away, laughing. “You better not.”
“Never, Strings,” I promised, holding her gaze and hoping she felt the truth in that word. “Never.”
I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger there for a moment before pulling back with an idea forming in my head. She was still looking at me curiously when I stood and scooped her up in one smooth motion.
“Aleks!” she shrieked, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Don’t you dare!”
“Oh, I dare,” I said, laughing as I walked to the edge of the pool.
“I just did my hair!” she protested, but she was laughing, already plugging her nose like she knew the inevitable was coming.
“I happen to love how your hair looks soaking wet.”
“It’s cold!”
“You’ll warm up in the sun.”
“Aleks! We are not teenagers anymore. Put me down.”
She was still laughing, kicking her feet the more I dangled her and teased like I was going to throw her in.
“Put you down? Okay.”
“No, wait!”
“I always follow orders, Wife,” I quipped. And then I tossed her into the pool.
She hit the water with a splash, and when she surfaced, her glare was as sharp as her smile was wide. “You’re dead, Suter!” she yelled, swimming to the edge.
I reached down to help her out with a hearty laugh, letting her pinch my side when I had her up on the pool deck once more. My fingers trailed over her goose-pimpled flesh as she shivered in my embrace.
“G-going to k-kill you,” she warned, but she was hugging me like she had other plans, instead.
I smirked against her wet hair, leaning down to whisper in her ear as my fingers found their target.
“You’ll have to catch me first.”
Then, I pulled the strings tied at her back and around the top of her neck, releasing her bikini in one swift move. I held it over my head in victory, looking back only long enough to bask in the view of her shocked face before I was howling with laughter and racing off toward the beach.
“Aleks!”
She screamed my name again and again, along with various threats, as she chased me toward the beach. It was private — because fuck if I’d ever let anyone else see my girl like this — but she covered herself anyway as she chased after me.
We both went into the water when she caught up, her tackling me and wrangling the bikini from my hands as I felt her up under the water like a teenager.
She wanted to hit me.
I wanted to kiss her.
And I couldn’t think of a better life to live.
Bark, Bark