Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
“Which is great, but should we worry about the office? Do they need us? I think they need us.”
“We will worry often at work,” he says. “But not now. Now we just made a small fortune we’re still celebrating. Gabe and Connie will let us know if there are problems.”
“Problems,” I say. “I hate that word, but I have this sense that ours have passed and it feels good.”
“Yes it does, baby,” he says, wrapping his arm around me, and together we head out to bring a dog home to our cat and our family.
Reid
It’s a testament to what Carrie does to me and for me that I can walk away from the chaos of that press conference and not look back. I’m looking forward, to her and us, with my focus on marrying her. The Walker team escorts us out of the building without notice and Smith plays the role of driver and protector, but we easily tune him out and we escape without the press noticing us. Our first stop is the sandwich shop next to the jeweler who made Carrie’s ring and I swear that as I sit there across from her, watching her green eyes light with excitement over the wedding, I fall more in love. Making this woman happy makes me happy, which is one of the reasons this fast, small wedding set-up works for us. Carrie will feel the absence of family no matter what. I want this day to have her focused on a new family, not the mother who deserted her.
We’re just finishing up our meal when I dare to broach that subject and just get it over with. “The location for the wedding is in the lobby right in front of the skating rink and tree. We’ll only have room for about twenty guests.”
“I love that,” she says. “It’s intimate. It’s not about the guests but us.”
“I think so, too. Are you going to invite your father?” I ask.
“Are you going to invite yours?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I need to think on that.”
“I’d like to invite mine, I think.” She gives me a cautious look. “If you’re okay with it?”
“I told you that I’ll make things work with your father and I will. Invite him. I believe he’ll be proud to be by your side.”
Her eyes soften and she kisses my cheek. “I know that he was horrible to you. I know how big it is that you’re willing to do that. Thank you.”
I cup her head and press my cheek to hers. “Anything for you, Carrie,” I say, my lips next to her ear. “And I do mean anything.” I pull back and stare down at her, letting her see the truth of those words in my eyes.
“Reid,” she whispers, emotion in her voice and eyes. Unspoken words are on her tongue, words I know are about what I said today at the podium. Words better spoken at home, alone.
I kiss her hand. “Let’s go get those rings.” I stand up and help her to her feet and an hour later, we’re in the jewelry store, having just picked out a temporary band for me. We sit with the jeweler in his office and discuss a permanent band of his creation. After much discussion, he leaves us to discuss options as he grabs her band for us to take home. With Carrie’s input, I settle on a slate gray band with a design of the jeweler’s creation. “You could have asshole engraved on the inside,” Carrie teases.
“Aren’t you funny,” I say, swiping a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll settle for our names. Just our names. Simple, but meaningful. Us together, conquering the world.”
Her eyes soften. “I like that. Us together, conquering the world.”
“Good. Because I’m not letting you get away.” I lean in to kiss her when my cellphone rings. I groan and she laughs as I reluctantly snake it from my pocket to eye the number on the screen, my jaw tensing with the poorly timed call.
“Why did you just go all stiff and angry?” Carrie asks, sounding worried.
I glance up at her. “Because it’s Elijah,” I say, hitting the answer button. “Elijah,” I greet.
“I watched your speech,” he says. “It sucks what happened to you, but I don’t feel bad about putting you through that today. You fucked my wife and were unapologetic about it at the time.”
“We were both far from saints back then,” I remind him.
“But we’re even now and I’m all in on making money together. When?”
“I’m getting married during the holidays. So, right after the new year.”
“That works. I’ll be rid of Tabitha and Mick by then. They’ll pay for what they did to both of us.”
I don’t ask what that means. “A new year and a new way then.”
“Agreed,” he says. “I’ll talk to you then.” And without further preamble, he hangs up.