Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“He likes to pretend she is his cleaner, but we all know the truth,” I laughed.
“This is exhausting,” Keegan called from the hallway, still making zooming noises with Charley in his arms.
“Man, don’t I know it,” said Beatrix, smiling happily. Motherhood looked good on her.
“Show me your latest work,” Mom nudged me, and I reluctantly took them through the spare bedroom that Keegan had turned into a sort of makeshift studio for me with a view of the Boston skyline. It was strewn with ink tubes and cutting tools. They peeked in from the door as I waded through the clutter and produced some of the finished pieces.
“Shit, Freya!” Beatrix exclaimed. “These are really good!”
“They need a little more work,” I looked at them critically. “But they are getting there.”
I didn’t have a lot of time to work on them – Dynasty Games was in the process of putting out a new product, so I had been helping out with that. It was more of an excuse to gossip with Taylor, really, who had built up the most surprising friendship with my parents and Beatrix. Also, I was enjoying helping on the farm more than I ever thought I would, so I went with Keegan most weekends. I could even ride pretty well now.
I had done pretty well with my artwork, and a local gallery had taken in some graphic prints of drawings I had done in Europe. It was they who had suggested that I would sell more if I could produce something similar of the local area, and so I had spent weeks just walking around the city, taking pictures and sketching. They had sold well, and the gallery asked me to put on a solo exhibition. I had been working on images of rural Massachusetts, so while Keegan chased horses and mended fences, I drew, and distracted him.
Today, my family was there for a sort of low-key housewarming. I had finally agreed to move in permanently with Keegan at his condo. I had already been staying with him most of the time, but as he said, this made it official. He came back into the room, looking exhausted, and dropped Charley into her mother’s arms where she curled up, still giggling.
“I can train horses all day, but trying to get one tiny human to do something has me beat!” he laughed, sitting down and reaching for his wine.
“To tiny humans,” Beatrix laughed, raising her glass.
“To humans of all sizes, and specifically, the ones in this room,” added my dad.
“To Freya agreeing to be my wife,” said Keegan, and they all paused with their glasses half-raised before his words registered. “And making me the happiest I have ever been.”
“To diamonds,” I smiled, and held up my left hand.
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