Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Why didn’t you buy something?”
“You said to get a dress, and I don’t need a purse. Don’t worry, the dress alone cost a fortune already.”
He handed off my coat to the girl and when he forgot to say thank you, I spoke for both of us and offered a small smile. A second later I heard Jack grumble a thank you too as he was taking off his own coat.
It made me smile and I walked ahead.
Thankfully, inside the ballroom where the event was being held, it was much warmer, so I didn’t think I’d have much problem with freezing in my dress. Discreetly, I touched my nose to make sure the little cotton ball I’d pushed in back at the apartment was still there. How fun was it that my runny nose had decided to stick around? Tugging the bell sleeves of my dress and trying to make them look good, I stood still and waited for Jack to stand next to me again.
When he reappeared at my side, I caught him staring at me. I looked down at myself.
“What? Is it too much?”
“Rose.”
I met his piercing gaze with an arched brow and waited for him to go on, but he just stared. Starting to feel worried, I tried to pull down the tan lining underneath my dress.
“No. No, it isn’t,” he whispered. “You look incredible,” he said, and my eyes snapped up to his.
This time when he offered his hand, it was a welcome distraction.
“I…you look incredible too, Jack. You always do,” I murmured feeling myself blush a little.
He opened his mouth to say something, but right at that moment, an older man put a hand on his shoulder and drew his attention away from me.
Jack introduced us, but after the initial shock of hearing Jack had gotten married, the guy wasn’t really interested in me. They started talking about a company I believed Jack was representing. Keeping the fixed smile on my face, I tuned them out, taking the opportunity to look around the room.
When I spotted two tables full of kids toward the back of the room, I couldn’t hide my curiosity. Some of them were talking to each other, while some of them just stared around in wonder. Their clothes didn’t fit in with this snazzy crowd, so I doubted they belonged to anyone who was in this room. It looked like each table had one adult sitting with them.
As Jack finished his conversation with the guy, Ken something, I leaned closer to him so nobody could hear us. He leaned down at the same time to make it easier for me, and my nose got a pretty good whiff of his cologne when my nose bumped his neck. It was the one I hated because it made me go all wonky around him—not a good look. “What charity is this event for?” I asked, managing to focus after the initial shock of the smell.
“An organization that supports foster kids.”
I pulled back and looked up at him in surprise. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“I didn’t?”
Slowly, I shook my head.
“I thought I did. Is that a problem?”
My entire childhood spent with the Colesons was rough. I was unwanted. For a kid that age, that knowledge was a hard pill to swallow. I knew what these kids were going through, how alone they felt, how abandoned and sometimes worthless. I’d always have a soft spot for kids and probably would have for the rest of my life.
Steeling my voice, I whispered, “I’d like to donate too. Where can I—”
Jack cleared his throat and looked away from me, his eyes moving across the crowd. “I’m already donating.”
“I understand that, but I’d like to donate as well.”
“I’m donating, so you don’t have to.”
He started walking, but this time holding hands worked in my favor and I was the one who tugged him back. He gave me an incredulous look as I raised my brows and waited for him to give me the answer I was looking for.
I didn’t know why he chose to lean down and whisper it in my ear, but I couldn’t exactly push him away. Before I could stop myself, I was tilting my head to the side and closing my eyes. Savoring the moment.
“We’re married, Rose. My donation is in both of our names. Let me do this.”
I heard his unspoken words as if he had spoken out loud.
For you.
Let me do this for you.
As he was pulling back, I reached up with my free hand and held on to his neck so he would stay put and listen. “Married or not, that’s your money, Jack. I love that you’re doing it in both our names, that means the world, but I want to help, too. We can both donate.”
For a long moment there was no answer, but he stayed bent like that, looking into my eyes. After a few more seconds passed in silence, feeling awkward I started to drop my hand from his neck, but he captured my wrist with his left one before I could and kept it on his shoulder.