Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Bad day?” she asked, sounding genuinely worried. That warm feeling I was getting used to experiencing around her surged through my chest.
“Just a hard day,” I clarified. “Not particularly a bad one. Adler just wants to be done with this job. We’ve got a fuck ton of other jobs lined up that we need to get to.”
We ate in silence, but I didn’t mind it. My brain was now to the point I wasn’t firing on all cylinders. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk past her bed and not just crawl into it and pass out.
Harbor rested her hand on my arm when I shut my eyes for too long. I blinked at her in surprise, not even realizing I was falling asleep.
Been a long fucking time since I fell asleep sitting up.
“Go get a shower,” she softly told me, a small smile tilting her lips. “I’ll clean this up, and when you get out, we’ll curl up in my bed with a movie. Sound good?”
I groaned. “Sounds blissfully perfect. Thank you, baby.”
Leaning over, I pressed my lips to hers for a quick kiss before pushing back from the table and heading to her room, grabbing my bag off the floor on the way. I could hear her cleaning up our trash as I headed into the bathroom, and I made a mental note to specially thank her for doing so later.
I just didn’t have the energy tonight.
The shower I took was quick—less than five minutes—and I managed to pull my boxers up my legs but not much else. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before padding barefoot into Harbor’s bedroom.
She was already laying in bed in a big t-shirt and panties so the curves of her ass cheeks were on display, and a movie was playing on the TV she had mounted on the wall across from the bed. I didn’t even bother turning to see what she chose. I just crawled under the covers on the side by the bedroom door, drew her into my arms, and closed my eyes.
“Night, Har,” I mumbled into her hair, sleep already tugging at me.
She reached up and began to run her fingers through my hair on the back of my head. “Goodnight, baby.” She lifted her chin and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Sleep well,” she whispered.
7
Harbor
Despite how much Elliot and I both worked, which sometimes made it hard for us to spend quality time together, we made it work. He spent every night at my house, even if all we managed to do was just eat, shower, and crawl into my bed, both of us promptly passing out afterward. My days off tended to clash with his schedule, which meant he was normally working and was still exhausted when he got off.
Apparently, the summer season not only meant heat exhaustion and dehydration, but it also meant their work picked up. There were more jobs to be done before the rainy season hit in October. And now that Sebastian was off for a few weeks to be at home with Athena and their newborn, they were also shorthanded.
I did my best to make sure Elliot stayed hydrated by keeping him stocked with Powerade and Gatorade, and I forced him to take a multivitamin every morning, which he absolutely hated but did anyway because he liked to please me. I also sent him to work with a packed lunch every day, which I always prepared for him the day before so I wouldn’t have to drag my ass out of bed every morning when he did. Because that was way too fucking early.
Being off today meant I had extra time on my hands. I’d already cleaned my house and washed my car, and it was only just beginning to be lunchtime. Rolling my neck around, I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my shorts and shot a text off to Elliot. Maybe I could kill some time by meeting up with him for lunch.
Harbor: What time are y’all taking your lunch?
Elliot: Here in a few mins, I think. What’s up, baby?
Harbor: Want company?
Elliot: If it’s your company, then yes. Always.
I grinned at my phone, rereading his words a couple of times, practically melting into a little puddle in the middle of my gravel driveway—and not because of the blistering heat outside. It was entirely due to his sweet words, which were so effortless for him. And they weren’t empty like so many other men’s. They were full of adoration and devotion.
I quickly walked inside to grab my lunch, which was just leftovers from dinner last night, and warmed it up in the microwave. Once it was warm enough to last the drive into Sandersville, I practically skipped out the door, heading to my now clean, sparkling car.