Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Shocked, I stare at her. “You want to live here?”
“I think I might one day,” she says tentatively, as if she’s considering the idea for the fist time. “I love Manhattan, but there’s something special about this place. I feel it whenever I come by.”
I feel something, too. It’s joy for her. She’s finding her way to a life that will be fulfilling. It’ll be a new path for her and Randall while still rooted in his past.
“Does Randall want to live here?” I ask with a slight chuckle. “Have you asked him?”
“I don’t need to ask.” She shakes her head. “Shortly after we met, he told me he always thought he’d buy his parents’ house and raise his family there, but they sold it before he could secure the funds to do that. Less than two years later, they gave him and his sisters their family bakery and moved to Arizona.”
“Randall owns a bakery?”
“Used to,” she clarifies. “He owns Azelius Spas now.”
“I had no idea.” I drop my gaze to the ground. I’m ashamed that I know so little about the man she’s marrying. I’m the maid of honor. I haven’t lived up to that title, but there’s still time.
“My lawyer contacted the owners by phone a couple of days ago, and they’re interested in selling,” she tells me. “I wrote them a long letter about what it would mean to me to raise my kids in this house.”
“I hope it works out for you, Lottie.”
She pulls an envelope out of her purse. “This is that letter. I’ll shove it in the mailbox, and then we can grab some dinner.”
My initial plan was to have dinner with Reid at his place since we haven’t had time alone since Monday, but I can sense Lottie needs me. “Dinner sounds great to me.”
As she makes her way up the front path toward the mailbox, my gaze drops to my phone to text Reid.
Evie: I’m having dinner with Lottie, so I’ll see you tomorrow.
His reply is instantaneous.
Reid: You’ll see me tonight. Text me when you’re done dinner. I’ll send Basil to bring you to me.
A smile inches over my lips as I respond quickly.
Evie: I can get to your apartment on my own. Fair warning: I’m wearing the prettiest pink silk panties right now.
I can’t help but blush when I read his next text message.
Reid: Fair warning: I’ll rip them off of you. So if you want to save them, take them off before you get here.
I look up to see Lottie making her way back to where I’m standing with a broad smile on her face. “I’m craving spaghetti and meatballs. Do you know a place?”
“I know the place.” I drop my phone in my purse. “It’s called Calvetti’s. It’s back in Manhattan. You’ll love the food and the owner. She’s the sweetest Italian grandma in the world.”
“Sounds like pasta perfection.” She sighs. “I’ll have to skip out before dessert, though. I promised Randall I’d meet up with him for a drink later. You’ll be okay on your own, right?”
I can’t contain a grin. “I’ll be just fine.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Evie
“How many times do you think we fucked since I got here last night?”
Reid glances to where I’m standing near the foot of his bed. “Not nearly enough, and if you keep talking like that, I’ll up the count by one because you’re making me hard, Evangeline.”
He confirms that when he kicks the blanket aside to reveal his erection. “Come back to bed. A ride on my dick is the best way to start the day.”
I laugh. “It was two, right? Or was it three?”
“It wasn’t enough,” he reiterates, sliding to his feet. His hard cock curls up toward his navel. “I’m reasonably sure it was three and a nice long pussy eating session in the middle of it somewhere.”
I lost track because I was in an orgasm fog as soon as I walked into his apartment last night after having dinner with Lottie. He had me stripped bare within seconds, and we didn’t come up for air until well after midnight when he finally dove into the large order of baked ravioli I brought with me from the restaurant.
A phone chime fills the air. Before I can grab my phone off his nightstand, he’s blocking my path. “Ignore it. Get on your knees instead.”
I tap the center of my forehead. “Great minds think alike. I want to do that, boss, but while we’re at work. I have this fantasy I’d love to fulfill. I’ll crawl under your desk. You’ll tug your pants down, and…”
“I’m showering,” he interrupts me as he pushes past me to get to the bathroom. “We’re going to work early today.”
I take a moment to watch him walk away because the man’s ass is pure perfection. As soon as he’s out of sight, I grab my phone to see a text message from Lottie.