Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Holy crap.” When I see the time, I quickly get out of bed and grab my robe. I check the baby monitor, but there is no baby in the crib. A sense of panic sets in. I rush out of my room across the hallway. Still nothing. The room is empty.
I peek inside Carr’s room. That too is void of anyone. When I enter the kitchen, I let out a giant breath of relief.
“You have her.” Carr is feeding her a fresh bottle.
“Of course, I have her.”
"Sorry.” I run my fingers through my hair. I’m sure I’m a hot mess right now, but hopefully I don’t smell again. “I just panicked. I didn’t mean to sleep for so long.” The clock over the oven shows it's a little past midnight. I can’t remember a time that I overslept. Especially not while on a job.
“You needed it.”
“How has she been?” I walk over to them. My hand goes to Carr’s shoulder. I jerk it back, not intending to touch him. I’m not sure what came over me. I’ll blame it on how handsome he is. The baby only adds to that somehow. I’ve never had that problem before with a man holding a baby.
“Violet has been an angel.” I really love that name he picked. It fits her. When he asked about my own mother and how she picked my name, I’d kind of froze before moving quickly past it, thankful he hadn’t noticed or pushed for more. I never take pleasure in discussing my mother.
“Would you tell me if she’d been a terror?” I lift a brow.
“Probably not, but neither would you.” Carr has become less weird and more intriguing over the past few days.
It helped when he told me he wasn’t the baby's father. That made so much more sense. With the way he worries over Violet, he had me thinking he didn’t even take the time to name his own daughter. Not to mention I was questioning his choice of women if they just dropped babies at his front door.
“They can wrap us around their little fingers so easily, can’t they?” I have to say it’s rather endearing to watch how he cares for the baby. Also pretty darn sexy.
“I had no idea a female could have such power over me,” he says, staring into my eyes. I have to look away because, for a moment, it feels as though he's talking about me.
“I can take over if you want to go to bed. I’m kind of awake now.” I have a feeling I’ll be up for the next few hours.
"Here." He tenderly hands her over to me, just as I taught him.
“You’re getting really good at this.”
“I’m a quick learner.” He kisses her on the head. I think he is going to leave, but he goes into the pantry, coming back out a few seconds later with a handful of items.
“Are we allowed to use the kitchen?” I tease.
Normally, food just appears around here. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been nice to have home-cooked meals instead of takeout all the time. A girl could get used to this treatment.
"It will be our little secret."
"Nuh-uh." I take a step back. "You leave me out of this." There is no way in hell I’m catching heat from Errol for this.
"Are you saying you don't want homemade hot chocolate?" I chew on my bottom lip, debating if it's worth the wrath of Errol. I'm not trying to make him mad. Not when he is the cooker of all the foods.
"Are there marshmallows?" I mean, that’s the most important question here.
"Extra, in fact." He holds up the bag, and a small smirk forms on his face. Oh, he’s good.
“I mean it’s basically a crime to turn down extra marshmallows. And this is your house. So it would be rude for me to not drink it.” I’m totally pinning this on Carr when Errol finds out.
“Sit.” He gives the order, gesturing to one of the chairs at the large kitchen island. I slip into it, feeding Violet the rest of her bottle before burping her. Carr finishes at the same time.
“Follow me.” He nods for me to come with him. I follow him into the nursery, where I put Violet down. I check to make sure the monitor is good to go. “My room.” Carr doesn’t wait for me to respond, heading straight into his room. I have no choice but to follow him. He's still got the hot chocolate.
“What are we doing?” I ask. Carr sets the mugs down on a coffee table, then picks up a remote and flips on the television. He has a spacious sitting area in his room, comparable in size to some people's living rooms. It even has a fireplace.
“We can watch a movie while we drink the hot chocolate. That might help relax you so you can fall back asleep.” Is this a good idea? “Come on.” He holds up a fluffy blanket. I take it and settle down on the couch.