Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Fucking hell, what is this man doing to me?
Me
I’m packed.
Dean
I’m finishing some chores around the firehouse, then I’ll be on my way.
Me
I can drive over.
Dean
You could, but I’m on my way.
Now, I’m standing in the kitchen as I wait. Because what the hell do I say? No, I’ll do it, just drop off the key? It’s what I would have said to Stratford. So why aren’t I saying it to Dean?
Because you want him to be here for you.
Shut up, brain…or pussy.
All I know is I’m keeping a little bit of a tally in my head about my sister’s baby daddy and my best friend’s brother.
Days since I saw Dean on the side of the road in the mountains: 2
Times we’ve texted: 21
Times Missy asked me if I was sure I wanted to move in with him: 29
Times that Nyle has cried and asked, Is it my fault she’s leaving? 75
Times I’ve thought of being between Dean’s thighs as I touched his lips, his little mustache tickling my fingers: Too many to count and so many that I had to change out the batteries in my vibrator.
Pathetic? Yes.
Do I care? Not even a bit.
What if I’m making a mistake? What if moving in with Dean is more like moving onto his dick and taking him for a ride?
I’d rather ride his mustache…
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
I’ve never thought about sex like this. Never. But then, I’ve never been under the gaze of a sexy-ass guy with a porn stache and booty-tight Carhartt jeans.
I shouldn’t move in with him.
Just as I think that, though, Dean pulls up in his truck.
“Dad’s here!” Skyye yells out before the screen door smacks into the wall and she’s running out to her daddy. The most stunning grin comes over his mouth and leaves me gripping the side of the kitchen counter. The way his mustache moves and his teeth appear in a wide grin just for his baby.
Yeah. That’s hot.
I put my cup in the sink and head to the front just as Missy does. She has this pinched look on her face in her workout gear, and I know she’s not happy. She has told me so at every turn. I don’t want to fight with her or put a strain between her and Nyle. While he is a total idiot, he makes her happy and she loves him. Even though he bitches, she doesn’t take it, and honestly, I don’t want to be the reason there is a rift. I feel like living here is causing that.
Missy loops her arm through mine as we reach the door. “I wish you’d reconsider.”
“It’s cramped in here, Missy, and I don’t want to be the reason y’all fight.”
She waves me off, annoyed. “Still, I love having you here.”
How? We don’t even get to spend much time together because Nyle is always trying to crash our sister party.
“I’ll still come over, or you can come over to Dean’s when he’s working.”
“Ha! Nyle would have a fit,” she chuckles as she pushes the door open.
To my surprise, Dean has a bunch of my boxes already in the back of his truck. When I drove down, I had vacuum-sealed a lot of my belongings so that I could transport them in less space. Since being here, I’ve obviously unpacked, so it looks like I have more than I did. I used a bunch of totes to package everything, which Dean is moving like they’re full of fluff instead of shoes and photo albums. I tilt my head to the side as I watch him move my stuff. With each lift of a bin, his shoulders move, the muscles rippling under his thin green Fire Department shirt, his forearms flexing, and the vein in his neck throbbing.
“What are you two looking at?”
Is it bad that I think Nyle’s voice is as bad as nails on a chalkboard?
I look at Missy as she looks at me, and we both say, “Nothing.”
He doesn’t believe us. Hell, I don’t think anyone would.
“Liar,” I mutter as I head down the stairs with her.
She waggles her brows at me. “Listen, I know my baby daddy is fine as hell.”
Yes. He is.
We giggle together as we come up on where Nyle is trying to help Dean.
“I got it, bud.” Dean’s voice leaves no room for discussion, and Nyle backs off pretty quickly. When Dean’s blue eyes set on me, a flutter starts in my chest. “This everything, darlin’?”
God, it’s hot out here. I fan my face since I know it’s turning red. “Yeah, I’ve got the rest in my car.”
“Great,” he says, smacking his hands together. He hops down from the truck with ease and then wraps an arm around Skyye’s neck.
Nyle looks at me. “You sure about this, Kenni? We hate to see you go.”
He cuddles Missy into his side, and I raise a brow. Before I can say anything, Dean cuts in. “If that were the case, maybe you’d have made sure she felt welcome.”