Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I get in, taking one more look at my building before he drives out of the parking lot, stopping in the corner near the dumpsters. “What are you doing?”
“Got to toss something,” he says, and I think he’s going to throw out some of the takeout containers we accumulated on our drive here. I watch him get out and round the front of the truck, opening the back door.
I look over my shoulder, seeing him snatch my treasure chest. He slams the back door closed, and the next thing I see is the chest flying through the air, opening as a couple of my vibrators fly through the air with it and land in the dumpster. I gasp at the same time he opens his door and gets back into the truck. “You did not just do that.”
“Oh, baby, I just did that. There is no fucking way that was coming home with us, knowing that you used it with someone else.”
“I cleaned them”—I scowl at him—“and I didn’t really use all of them with him. Just a few.”
He puts the truck in drive and looks over at me. “I can’t believe you right now.”
“You come into our home and find something from my ex, are we going to keep it?”
“Yes,” I snap as he drives down the street, knowing full well I would probably set it on fire. I turn and look out the window, pissed at him.
The truck comes to a stop, and when I look up, we’re in the parking lot at the sex shop. “What is this?”
“Got to replace the chest,” he declares, “with stuff that only you and I will touch.” He opens his door and steps out, looking at me. “You coming, or you going to let me decide what to put in there?” He just stares at me. “I’ve always wanted to get that paddle.”
“You are so fucking lucky that you’re hot.” I open the door and step down, walking around to his side. “And that I love you and Saige, or else.”
He grabs my hips, pulling me to him. “Yeah,” he states, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
The bells ring on top of the door as soon as I place the donut trays in the display cases. Autumn comes in with Landon in his stroller, clapping as they walk in. “This is an early surprise.” I look up and see it’s not even eight in the morning.
“Ugh, I know.” She pushes the stroller as I round the counter and stop in front of Landon. I squat down and kiss his neck, listening to him giggle. “We got an early phone call from Emmett.”
“Oh no,” I say, standing in front of her, “is everything okay?”
She looks around, making sure we are both alone. “I’m not sure. He called Charlie this morning. He’s headed up north to pick up his daughter.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, shocked. “His daughter?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “One he didn’t know he had.”