Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I was making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything when Wes appeared with the last of my things. “We good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“Alright then. Let’s get this show on the road.”
On our way out, I locked up and dropped my keys off at the front desk of the apartment complex. I’d lived there for over a year, and I’d had some great times there. But I felt no hesitation about leaving. I was moving in with Wes, and I truly believed it was the right thing—the last few days certainly proved that. I had no idea how we would tell Kay that we were together, but it just didn’t seem as important as it once did.
Either she’d get it, or she wouldn’t.
We threw the last of my things in the back of the truck, and in no time, we were on our way to Little Rock. I wasn’t sure how it would all play out, especially with my job, but I knew it would all work out. I could feel it in my bones, and I continued to feel it as we pulled up to his house and started unloading my things.
Once we had everything in the house, Wes came over to me and grimaced. “I’ve gotta run to the clubhouse for a bit.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, I know the timing sucks, and I’m really sorry about that. But it’s something I gotta do.”
“It sounds kind of serious. Is everything okay?”
“No, but it’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“And what about all this?” I motioned my hand over to the pile of bags. “Where do you want me to put it all?”
“Wherever you want to. It’s your house now, so do whatever you want.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
“I do.” Emotion filled his eyes as he asked, “You gonna be okay for a bit?”
“I’ll be fine.” I knew Wes well enough to know that he wouldn’t be leaving unless he had to, especially after everything that happened, so I stepped over to him and smiled. “Go do what you gotta do, and I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”
He gave me a nod, then turned and walked out the door.
As much as I hated to see him go, it was kind of nice to have the place to myself while I unpacked and figured out the best place for my things—without completely taking over the house. I placed my books on the shelves, mingling them in with his, and hung up my clothes on my side of the closet. Then, I went around the house and found the perfect spots for my favorite trinkets and photographs, and it wasn’t long before I’d turned his place into our place.
By the time I had everything done, it was late, and I was in dire need of a hot bath. I soaked for a bit, and once the tips of my fingers had shriveled into prunes, I got out and made myself a bite to eat. Wes still wasn’t home, so I nestled up in the living room and watched a movie, hoping he would get back soon.
He didn’t.
One hour rolled into the next, and he never showed. Eventually, I gave it up and went to bed. It had been a long day, so it didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep. Several hours later, I felt Wes crawl into bed next to me. He reached over and pulled me close. I curled up next to him as I whispered, “You’re home late.”
“Yeah, but it couldn’t be helped.”
“Everything okay?”
“No, but it will be.” He kissed me on the temple, then settled back on his pillow. “It’s late. Go back to sleep.”
I was too tired to argue, so I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t long before I dozed back off. I woke up the next morning with Wes sprawled out across the bed. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice that he was about to push me out onto the floor. I knew he was exhausted, so I was careful not to wake him as I eased out of bed. I tiptoed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
It was almost done brewing when Wes stepped up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, hugging me as he whispered, “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.” I turned around to face him and was surprised to find that he was already dressed. “You’re up and at ‘em early this morning.”
“I was thinking about going for a ride and wanted you to go with me.”
“A ride?” He’d been anxiously waiting for this day for months, and while I was touched that he wanted me to go with him, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. “Maybe the first time you should go on your own.”
“It’s just a ride.”
“It’s not just a ride. It’s your first one since the accident, and I’ve never ridden before. I don’t want to mess you up.”