Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Look what my boss sent!” I turned the screen toward him so he could read the message.
A loud bark of laughter erupted from his throat, and he fell onto the mound of pillows built against the headboard. “He knows you damn well.” Arden shifted in the bed, lying down and pulling the thick blankets up to his chin.
“Apparently so,” I mumbled as I typed out a response.
Safe as in I’m staying the night with Arden. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.
The dots instantly reappeared.
It’s snowing. I don’t like the idea of you on the road tomorrow. Remain at Arden’s for your own well-being.
Sir, the snow has stopped. The roads are clear, I pointed out.
See you on Monday! he replied, in what felt like a cheerful tone.
Tomorrow is Thursday.
The dots appeared again, but this time it was Byron who texted.
Take the hint. Enjoy the long weekend. We will see you on Monday.
“What the fuck…” I whispered, which earned me a kiss on my shoulder.
“Everything okay?”
“Um…change of plans for me.”
“Yeah?”
I set the phone back on the nightstand and burrowed down under the blankets while turning toward Arden. The man was so toasty warm and I loved the feel of his arms around me. I was never a big cuddler, but it was hard to turn away from it when Arden was built for cuddling.
“My boss is worried about the snow on the road.”
Arden snorted and pressed a kiss to my hair. “There is no snow on the road.”
“True, but all the same, he’s given me the next two days off work so that I can stay safe. Any chance you want to have our second date tomorrow?”
The big man sharing the bed with me pulled me in even closer so he could bury his face in my neck, teasing a giggling yelp out of me as the new growth of whiskers on his cheeks tickled. “Yes, I do. But only after I send your boss a giant bouquet of roses and the most expensive bottle of whiskey I can afford.”
“I’ll chip in. I owe him big for this date.”
“We both do.”
I almost hadn’t shown up for this silly date. Thank God I had. Whether it was by chance or science or even fate, I’d fallen into the arms of the most amazing man I’d ever met. And I wasn’t about to let him go anytime soon.