Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
There have been evenings on the patio by the fire, whether at my house or Ryan’s, with cold beer on a hot night. Ryan’s taken me up to his observatory every chance he gets for meteor showers or just to gaze at the night sky.
It’s been a busy, wonderful summer spent with someone that I’m quickly falling in love with.
“Where are you headed off to this evening?” Grace grins at me as she closes out the computer for the night, and I straighten up some T-shirts on a display by the front door.
“I’m having dinner with Ryan,” I reply and check the time. “Crap, I’d better go. I’m running late.”
“You go,” Grace says, shooing me off. “I’ve got this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. We’re almost done anyway. Go have fun with that sexy man of yours.”
I wink at her as I smooth on some pink lip gloss, drop the tube into my bag, and sling it over my shoulder.
“Thanks, Grace. I appreciate it.”
“Have fun.”
I lock the door behind me and walk the couple of blocks down to Ciao. The Italian place has become our favorite go-to in town, and tonight, we’re meeting up with Drew and London, who are in town, staying at their condo at the resort for the week.
The hostess waves for me to walk to the front of the line of people waiting for tables and gestures for me to follow her.
“Ryan’s already here,” she says with a smile. “How are you, Polly?”
“I’m great, thanks.”
And it’s the truth. Life is damn good these days.
Ryan looks up and sees me coming in, and he climbs to his feet, kisses me in front of everyone, and pulls my seat out for me.
“Hi, friends,” I say to Drew and London. “Did I miss anything good?”
“Just this delicious bread,” London says, taking a bite of the garlic bread that Ciao is known for. “My God, I could eat an entire basket of this by myself. Actually, I have done that.”
“Who can blame you?” I ask and smile when I see that Ryan already ordered my favorite red wine. I turn to him and smile. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
“So, how are things?” I ask London. “How’s Caleb? Wait, where is Caleb?”
London smiles at the mention of her adorable son, who usually travels with London and Drew. “He’s amazing, and at almost twelve, he’s way too cool to come to dinner with us, so he and Quinn are at the condo, playing video games and eating junk food.”
“Thank God for Quinn,” Drew says with a laugh. “She seems to be the only one that Caleb thinks is cool these days.”
“At least he thinks someone is,” Ryan says as our waitress strides over to take our order.
Once we’ve all placed our order for pasta and more pasta with a side of garlic, London sighs and rests her chin on her hand, looking over at the mountains. We’re seated outside on the patio tonight because it’s so gorgeous out.
“I always miss this place whenever we leave it,” London says. “Drew and I have decided to try to come once a month until the season is in full swing.”
“I thought it was already in full swing,” Ryan says, frowning.
“That’s why this is our last visit here for a while,” Drew says. “The season officially starts in two weeks, and we’re deep into practice and pre-season games, but this was the best time to get away and come over for a few days. It doesn’t hurt that it’s less than a two-hour flight.”
“That’s not bad at all,” I agree. “Are the condos nice up there? I don’t think I’ve been.”
“Honey, they’re gorgeous,” London says with a nod. “You’ll have to come up while I’m here, and I’ll show you around. There’s a club up there that we’re members of but never use. I’ll add you as a passholder so someone gets use of it.”
“What kind of club?” I ask and sip my wine.
“There’s a little restaurant, a gym, a pool, things like that. It’s a little community.”
“Like…a country club?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” London replies easily. “You should use it.”
“That’s okay,” I reply, shaking my head. “I probably wouldn’t have time to go up there.”
“Well, it’s there if you do have time,” she says easily.
Good lord, I wouldn’t know what to do at a country club. I wouldn’t know how to act or who to speak to. I’m just not part of that world like London and Ryan are.
And that’s okay.
“Tell me you have some awesome things in the shop for fall,” London says, changing the subject as Ryan and Drew talk about football. “I need a couple of new things before I go to Paris for fashion week.”
Oh, how I long to go to fashion week. I’ve wanted to go since I was a kid and read Vogue like it was the freaking Bible. Since I met London almost two years ago, she’s gone to Paris Fashion Week twice, and each time, she video calls me so I can experience it through her.