Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I sort of stumbled into selling property and traveling for it. I had a friend that needed some help selling a distant family member's piece of land after they died, and it kind of snowballed after that. People always seem to like dealing with me, because I’m laid back and make them feel comfortable. I’m really good at what I do, and most of the time every party walks away happy, and I get to add another zero to my bank account.
Hell, sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m going to do with all the money I have saved. Even with as many properties as I’ve bought and sold over the years, I still technically live at home with my brother and his wife. I’ve got a room there, and although I’m hardly ever in it, I don’t have another place to call mine.
I’ve been looking at property and thinking more long term, but I can’t decide if my place is in the city and close to all the places I need to be, or if it’s in the country with my family, learning to slow down a little.
I meant what I said when I told Cooper that he and Lux have it all taken care of with weddings and kids, but what if one day I change my mind? Where do I want those kids and family to be, and is it time I start taking steps towards that? It’s part of my life I never considered before and didn’t really have a desire to. Is being at this wedding making me rethink my path? Or is it the curly-haired brunette that’s got me asking questions?
And just as I picture her in my mind, there she is in a crowd of people by the cake. She looks like she’s trying to blend in, but I doubt she’s ever managed to do that a day in her life.
Without thinking about exactly what I’m doing, I grab a plate and a fork from the table nearby and walk over next to her. She stiffens as I lean in close and whisper in her ear.
“What if it’s carrot cake? And if so, do you think there’s still time for an annulment?” I see the corner of her lips twitch, but she doesn’t allow herself to smile. “I think the wedding cake says a lot about a couple.”
“Like what?” She turns, and it puts her face close to mine as the crowd moves around us.
“Like whether or not their love will stand the test of time.” I let my lazy smile stretch slowly as I place my free hand on the small of her back.
“And what flavor would accomplish that?”
“Number one, buttercream.” My fingers brush slightly over the swell of her hip, and I feel her body lean ever so slightly into mine.
“I can’t argue with you on that.”
Is it just my imagination or is Selma a little out of breath? A few people in the crowd move around us to step forward and get their cake.
“Number two, chocolate, and strawberry, but not together.”
“You’ve given this a lot of thought.” They way her eyes roam over my face and then to my neck has my cock swelling.
“When it comes to sweets…” I lick my lips, and she doesn’t miss the slide of my tongue. “The only thing I can think about is getting a taste.”
“Cake?” an older lady nearby barks at us and interrupts the moment.
Selma clears her throat and takes a step away from me, and my hand falls from her hip. Instantly I miss the warmth of her curves so close, and although I want to close the space between us, she’s moving forward in line.
I hand the lady serving the dessert my plate, and she gives me a huge slice. Then she winks at me, and I realize she’s hooked me up.
“Thank you,” I tell her and then grab Selma’s hand before she can get her own. “We’ll share.”
“What?” Selma says in confusion as I pull her away from the crowd and onto the patio outside.
It’s lit up with candles, and the music from the band is trickling out here.
“She put both of ours on one.” I shrug like it’s not a big deal, but as I sit down on the bench and pull her down next to me, I realize it’s a very big deal.
“I need to get back inside. I have to dance with my brother.” Selma points to the door and tries to get up, but I shake my head.
“There’s always time for cake.” I place my hand on top of her thigh, and she stills.
“Okay, I guess we need to inspect it.” The corner of her lips tugs again, but once more she doesn’t give me a smile. What would it take to make her laugh?
“Here.” I take the fork and scoop up a bite, then hold it out for her to take. “Tell me what it is.”