Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“This isn’t a love match. It’s a one-night stand and two people trying to form some kind of friendship or relationship so that we can amicably raise a child together. Not be together.”
“I guess the doctor thing is done then,” she said.
I nodded. “Yeah. That wouldn’t work anymore.” Especially now that I knew the lies Selena had told about Liberty. I hoped I never ran into the woman again.
“That’s for the best. Especially if sex wasn’t good. That should be one of the top boxes. If she doesn’t check it, then move on along.”
I grinned. “Noted. I’ll keep that in mind when I decide to try the dating thing again.”
Madeline studied me for a moment. “And you’re sure there is no chance you and Liberty could feel something for each other?”
I shook my head. “Not going down that road.”
“Well, she’s gorgeous, and you enjoy conversations with her. Was the sex any good?”
“I’m not discussing that with my daughter,” I told her.
Her mouth twitched, as if she wanted to smile. “But you told me how not good the sex was with the doctor. You had no problem pointing it out. Yet you won’t talk about sex with Liberty. Which means it’s good and you don’t want to tell me that.”
She stood up. “I want to meet her. She’s going to be my sibling’s mom. I’ll let you figure out when is best. But just because you don’t want to have something more than friendship or amicable whatever with her doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a relationship with her. She’ll be my family too.”
I hadn’t expected that. Picturing it made me uneasy. Seeing Liberty blending with my daughter and grandkids as seamlessly as she had with The Judgment would mess with my head. Make me forget all the reasons why a romantic relationship with Liberty would be a bad idea. Although Madeline had just taken one of those reasons and blown it to hell.
32
Liberty
Liam had taken me to my favorite nursery in town three different times now. I’d found it the first time we went looking for things for me to plant.
The yard had a long way to go, but it wasn’t exactly the best time of year for planting everything I wanted to put around the house. The things that bloomed all year in Florida was where I’d started. Since this wasn’t a clubhouse, but Liam’s home, I wanted it to be perfect.
“Come on in, Ozzy,” I called after he ran around and did his business.
Liam had texted that he’d be here in ten minutes. It had been four weeks since my last doctor’s appointment, and we were headed to Miami. Liam had said we would go to the clubhouse after and visit everyone. I’d packed an overnight bag, excited about getting to catch up with my friends.
Ozzy bounded up the stairs and into the house just as the gate opened, signaling Liam was here. I bent down and kissed him, then told him Tex would be here later before locking the door and making my way down to the driveway.
Liam parked and got out of the car. “Give me the bag,” he said as he walked around the front toward me.
“I can put it in the back,” I told him, smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush.
He’d pulled me in the shower with him this morning and sat down on the built-in bench, then had me straddle his lap. After he released inside me, he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. That had left lingering tingles in a way an orgasm did not.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked, taking the bag.
“Because you’re hot.”
He chuckled and placed my bag in the back seat, then opened my door for me. “You just like me for my cock,” he said, smirking.
I stopped before getting in and looked up at him. “I adore your cock,” I whispered, then slid onto my seat.
His eyes went to my bare thighs, then back to my face before his nostrils flared and his eyes heated. When he closed the door to walk back around to his side, I squirmed in my seat, already feeling needy, and he’d just been inside me three hours ago.
He sat down, then reached over and ran his hand up my thigh, moving my skirt up until he could see my panties. “Keep that shit up, and you’ll go to your appointment with a messy pussy, darlin’. And I’ll let you explain that to the doctor.”
I giggled and moved his hand off me. “You’re right. Don’t make my panties wet.”
He groaned and backed up the car so he could turn it around to drive back down the driveway.
Once we were on the road, he reached back over and touched my stomach. “What fruit is our baby the size of this week?”
“Well, I’ve read three different pregnancy sites and they all say something different. A pear, an apple, and a navel orange,” I replied.