Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Tell her what you got on your spelling,” Emmett prods her, and she looks over at him.
“One hundred,” she states. “There was a bonus, but most people got it wrong, so she didn’t count it.” The annoyance in her voice is evident, and I can imagine if he brought it up it’s because she did in the truck also.
“Did you get it right?”
“I did.” She nods at me and walks around me to grab the chair I now don’t move from beside me. “Now I have new words I need to study.”
“We’ll do it tonight,” Emmett states. “Is she good with you?” His eyes go soft when he looks at me when she’s near me.
“Not if she’s going to correct my spelling.” I side-eye her, making her giggle. She puts her hand on her mouth to stop it from coming, and I feel like my heart can’t be fuller.
“Come and get me if you have to go.” He looks at me, and I just smile at him. For the past week, we’ve been teetering on a string. He’s trying not to show how aggravated he gets with me when he sees me riding, and I’m trying my best not to push his buttons.
“Will do,” I assure him softly and watch him walk back out into the barn. Trying not to ogle Emmett in front of Lucy is harder than I ever thought it would be.
“Okay, homework.” I point at her book. “I have homework myself that I have to do.”
We work side by side until Emmett comes back in, and we both look at him. “It’s getting late.” He puts his hands on his hips. “Thought for sure you would come and get me.” I look over at the clock hanging on the wall, seeing it’s almost six. “We should get going.” Lucy pushes away from the desk and walks over to her bag.
“Have a good night. I’ll see you on Monday.” I hold up my hand to both of them as they walk out of the office, and my phone beeps on the desk.
Looking down, I see it’s from an unknown caller.
Unknown Caller: Hey, Lilah, or at least I hope it’s Lilah. It’s Derek.
The phone crashes to my desk with a clatter at the same time the door opens, and Emmett comes back in. The smile on his face quickly falls. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” I lie, feeling the heat on the back of my neck. “I just…” I push up and put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. “I was feeling a little lightheaded. I didn’t eat today.”
Avoiding his eyes, I grab my stuff and put it all in my bag. “What are you doing back in here?”
“She forgot her lunch.” He bends to pick up her lunch box, and comes to standing again as I stop in front of him. “You didn’t eat lunch?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Things got busy,” I mutter softly as he takes another step, closing the distance, making my mouth suddenly feel dry.
He looks like he’s about to say something when we hear footsteps coming from the hallway that leads to the barn. We both look over to see Hector come in the room and stop when he sees us, his hand gripping papers. “I was just coming to leave these on your desk.” He holds up the papers as if he caught us doing something we shouldn’t have been doing. He walks over, dumping the papers on my desk. “You coming to grab a drink with us tonight?” He stares at Emmett.
“No, not tonight.” He shakes his head. “Another time.”
“Have a good weekend, Lilah.” Hector nods and then walks out of the room, leaving Emmett and me by ourselves.
“Let’s go,” Emmett urges, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him out the door.
“Where are we going?” I ask but try to keep up with him as he opens the passenger truck door.
“Lilah is having dinner with us,” he tells Lucy, who then cheers. “Get in.” He motions with his chin for me to get into the truck.
“Emmett,” I say his name softly, “I’ll be fine.”
“What do you want to eat tonight? Steak or chicken?” He ignores me and asks Lucy.
“Steak, we had chicken the last two nights,” Lucy answers, unaware of the fact I’m going to murder her dad. “Lilah, do you like steak?”
“Um, yes.” I nod and then look back at Emmett, who puts his hand on the base of my back and ushers me into the truck.
“But my truck,” I counter.
“I’ll have someone bring it over to my house.”
I get in the truck to avoid making a scene in front of Lucy. He closes the door, probably afraid I’m going to jump out of the truck.
He gets in and looks over at me. “Buckle up,” he says, starting the truck, and my body just does what he says without even asking questions.