Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Don’t talk to my princess like that,” he says, and then she looks up at him, smiling. “Isn’t that right, princess? You love your daddy, don’t you?”
“Give it a year,” Matthew says, draining a Gatorade by the fridge. “She’ll smarten up. She’s a Grant, after all.”
“Horton.” Max doesn’t even bother looking at him. “Is your uncle Matthew getting cuckoo in his old age?” he asks her, and she just watches him while Matthew sticks his middle finger up at him.
I laugh at them, getting off the stool and going to the family room to grab Michael and give him a kiss. “Too cool for your aunt?” I ask him while he squirms out of my arms to go play with his cousins.
I walk to the front door to grab my cell out of my jacket when the doorbell rings. I flip open the lock and seeing who it is brings a big smile to my face. I smile so big when I see Jack and Zack that my cheeks hurt. “If it isn’t my favorite man,” I say, bending and grabbing Jack into my arms. I kiss his cheek while he hugs my neck, his hand going to the nape of my neck as he twirls my hair in his fingers. I then look up and smile at Zack, his blue eyes almost crystal today in the sun. His smile making his eyes squint. “And my favorite man’s dad,” I say with a smile, moving out of the way so he can walk in.
“Jack, take off your jacket, honey,” I tell him, and he unzips his jacket and moves his shoulders up and down till it falls off him, and then he rips his hat off his head. “Michael is here,” I whisper at him, and he smiles at me and runs into the house, calling Michael’s name. He looks over at his dad.
“I can go, right?” He smiles and takes off even before Zack has a chance to answer.
“Sure, you can,” Zack tells him, reaching his hand out for me to hand him his jacket and hat. When we hear a big, loud celebration, we know right away he found them. “He’s never done that before,” he says, taking off his jacket. “Never been at home enough in someone else’s house that he took off his hat.”
“Well”—I smile at him—“I’m glad we make him comfortable enough.”
“I didn’t know you would be here, or I would have offered you a ride,” he says to me. The front door opens, and Allison walks in carrying two trays. “Let me help.” With that, Zack throws his jacket on the floor as he reaches for the two trays.
“Thank you,” Karrie says, huffing out, “you can just bring those into the kitchen please and tell Matthew to put them in the oven.” He just nods and walks away. I bend down, picking up his jacket, and then open the closet to hang them up. “Was I interrupting something?” she asks, looking at me, and I just shake my head.
“He’s my patient’s father,” I point out to her, making a list in my head of why I can’t like him or cross that line.
“But he isn’t your patient,” she says, hanging up her own jacket while Vivienne comes into the entrance with her phone in her hand.
“Merde,” Shit, she says, “what was his name again?”
“Who?” we both ask her, and she finally puts her glasses on the top of her head.
“The blue-eyed man whose face I want buried between my legs.”
“Zack?” I ask her, and a bubbling feeling creeps into me. A weird feeling, almost as if it’s a burning pit in my stomach.
“Morrow,” Karrie answers, and I watch as her hands go crazy on her phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, and she looks up, her eyes narrow.
“I’m going on that site,” she says, and I look at Karrie as Allison walks into the entryway.
“Is this a meeting?” she says, smiling at me.
“I’m going on that site,” Vivienne says, looking over at Allison. “What was the site you went to check out Max’s penis?”
“What?” I shriek. “There is a website that has my brother’s penis on it?”
“No.” Allison laughs and just shakes her head.
“The one that tells you if you should have sex with him or not,” Vivienne continues while Karrie laughs silently, holding her stomach.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask the three of them.
“There is this website that the puck bunnies use to rate the guys in bed,” Allison starts.
“It’s a stupid site, and you shouldn’t go on there,” Karrie says to Vivienne.
“How do you spell his last name again?” she asks, and I rip the phone from her hand and the laughing stops. “Oh, la la.” I hear her whisper.
“You will not go on any site to check out his member. Or how he has sex or anything like that,” I say, whispering. “He has a son.”