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)
“Where is Lucy?” Emmett asks when he walks into the kitchen, going to the sink to wash his hands.
“I sent her to shower first so I can go shower after,” I explain to him as he looks over at me.
“All your stuff is in my shower,” he reminds me, “so go shower, and I’ll go after you.”
“Isn’t it going to be weird?” I ask.
“You showered in there last night.” He turns the water off and grabs the towel to dry his hands.
“Yes, but that was because she was in the shower. She’ll be done soon.”
“So you should get in there before she comes out and it becomes weird.” He smirks at me, and I roll my eyes at him. “Hurry, I want to shower.”
“Whatever,” I retort, wanting to step up to him and kiss him, but knowing Lucy is up and can walk into the room at any minute makes me stop. I mean, we’ve slept with each other every single night. I don’t even know what the bed in the other room feels like.
After Lucy goes to bed, we usually wait an hour before we head to his bed. It’s as if the minute we step into his room, it’s okay for us to touch each other. In the morning, before leaving, we share a soft kiss, but once we are out of the house, it’s as if we’ve never seen each other naked.
I walk into the bedroom, seeing the bed made again, and I have to laugh. I would never have thought Emmett would be a “make your bed every day” type of guy, even with the throw pillows. But every single day the bed is made when I come back home from work. I walk into his closet and grab the loungewear I left in there the night before. Once we fall asleep, I usually grab his T-shirt to walk back to the room in the morning. I now have about four of his T-shirts in my bag. A bag that is slowly becoming empty as the days go by while I’m here. I wonder how much longer I’m actually going to be here.
I shower as quickly as I can and get dressed in the long gray jogging pants and matching shirt before heading out and seeing Lucy with her homework on the island. “I put some green beans in water to eat with the chops.”
“Sounds good,” I say as he passes by me toward his bedroom. I watch him walk as he takes off his shirt before he gets to his bedroom. He catches me watching him and smirks.
“Later,” he assures me, and I smile, knowing after Lucy goes to bed, I get to have him all to myself.
Lucy finishes her homework at the same time the chops are ready, and we eat together. When she goes to bed, Emmett waits ten minutes before he gets up and turns off the television. “I was watching that,” I object to him as he grabs my hands and pulls me to his room.
As soon as we are over the threshold, he turns me so I’m in his arms, his mouth on mine. “But this is much better,” I admit, smiling as he kisses my neck. We spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other.
The next afternoon I get up to walk to the barn to drop off papers when my phone rings, and I see it’s an unknown caller. My hands immediately shake as the ringing stops and then the notification pops up that someone has left me a message. I bring the phone to my ear to listen to it.
“You have one new message,” the automated voice tells me. “To listen to the message, press one.”
I press one and close my eyes when I hear his voice. “Hey, Lilah, it’s Derek.” His voice is low. “I’m…” He stops talking. “I’d like to talk to you.” The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “If you can, call me back.” I close the phone right away and put it down on my desk before I walk back to the barn.
I’m about to go around the corner when I hear the whisper, “Yeah, I don’t know.” I hear one of the guys say, “They live together now, there is no way they aren’t fucking.”
“He pretends he doesn’t like her”—another voice snickers—“but she probably rides his dick every night.” I swallow back the bile that is rising and walk into the room. “She probably made it all up so she could finally fuck him.” The two guys laugh.
“Hey, guys,” I greet them, pretending I didn’t just hear them gossiping about Emmett and me.
“Hey, Lilah,” Freddy replies, holding up his hand, “how’re you doing?”
“Great.” I smile at him. “It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”
I walk deeper into the barn to Emmett, who is talking to Sammy and Bobby about something. “Hey,” I interrupt, “this is the list Charlie wanted me to give you.” I hold it out for Emmett. “It’s for the next load of horses coming through.”