Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He winced. “What did you do?”
I leaned my hips against the counter and felt my legs start to shake.
I immediately came out of the lean and headed for the padded bar chair.
Once I’d climbed up I told him the rest. “I confronted him in the hallway. She was freaked. Had no clue that we were actually a couple. Apologized profusely to me and went running back into her office. I then asked him if he really had doctor’s appointments every week, or if he was just coming up here to see her. He admitted that he didn’t actually have any appointments. Everything was taken care of when they removed his testicles. And he didn’t have any chemotherapy. He just really liked her, and realized that he didn’t love me anymore. He just didn’t know how to tell me that.”
The words didn’t hurt anymore.
At the time, I was devastated, if only because of what we’d lost.
Now, I was happy to be free, and not tied down to a man like Jackson.
I would’ve hated having him as a father to my child.
Which was why I should keep taking my own advice and get rid of his stored sperm.
It was doing none of us any good, and maybe if I stopped making monthly payments on storing his sperm, then I’d be happier.
He gestured to the couch. “My legs are getting sorer by the second. Do you want to watch a movie with me?”
“I literally just climbed into this seat,” I grumbled.
He walked over to me and held out his hand.
Butterflies took flight in my belly.
What was it about this man?
He’d always made me feel this way.
In high school, it was easy to ignore it because I was so dang busy I didn’t have time to moon over a boy.
But I was an adult now, and I got to make my own decisions.
I also didn’t have anyone depending on me.
I could rot on the couch with the sexiest man alive.
He set me on my feet and backed away slightly before he said, “What movie do you want to watch? I’ll literally watch anything but The Lorax.”
I snickered. “Your girl a little bit obsessed?”
He looked at me with warm eyes as he said, “You have no idea, Sutton. No idea whatsoever.”
Two hours later, I woke up from one of the best naps of my life.
I slowly peeled my eyes open, then immediately closed them again when the late, setting sun scorched my retinas.
I groaned and turned over, burying my face in the pillow underneath my head.
Except, it was no pillow.
It was a flesh-and-bone man’s chest.
A very defined, very hard, very masculine chest.
There was a silver Saint Christopher medal over his heart, along with a set of dog tags, and my hand was wrapped around all three.
I let them go as carefully as I could and pushed up, my bladder screaming.
He groaned when I pushed off of his belly accidentally and said, “You could’ve done that without pushing off of my overly full bladder.”
My cheeks heated. “Sorry about that.”
I got up, but there was absolutely no speed in my step as I walked toward the bathroom that I’d used earlier.
I heard him groan just as the door closed behind me.
After doing my business, I picked up one of the bath toys that’d fallen from my earlier perching against the lip of the tub, and dropped it before washing my hands and heading back out to the living room where he was still lying.
“Thought you had to pee?” I asked him, poking him on the bottom of the foot as I got close enough. “Are you okay?”
He pulled his forearm from his face and said, “I definitely feel the soreness intruding now. I tried to get up and caught a cramp in my abs.”
He rubbed the spot over his belly with a tender touch.
I turned around and got him a bottle of water, then started snooping through his cabinets.
“What are you looking for?”
“Celtic sea salt if you have it,” I said. “Or, if not that, then regular salt.”
“I have those electrolyte things I think in my workout bag in my car.” He paused. “But the thought of going all the way out there sounds pretty awful.”
I rolled my eyes and snatched the keys he’d left on the counter earlier, then headed out to the car that was in the garage.
I was just pressing the button to unlock it when I got hollered at. “Hey, you!”
At first I hadn’t expected to be addressed at all, so I ignored the calls and pulled open the back door where a black gym bag lay.
I fished around in the side pockets until I found the salt packets he was talking about and had just closed the door to the truck when a murderous voice said, “Hey, sweet cheeks! I’m talking to you.”