Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I then made myself a promise.
If one day he smiled at me like he wanted me, I’d fuck the hell out of him. Nerves or not.
CHAPTER 5
It is okay for me to have everything I want.
-Zip to Nash
ZIP
It was seven in the morning, and I was in the parking garage looking for Nash.
I saw the doors of the elevator close just as I was exiting my front door.
And, because I’d found a detailer to clean his truck, I needed to catch him before he took off to places unknown.
I waited impatiently for the elevator to come back up to me and hoped that he was still there when I got down to him.
I was in luck, finding him just about to get into his truck.
“Hey! Wait!” I called out as I made a mad dash toward him.
He stopped, foot on the running board, and waited for me. He took his time letting his eyes rove over my body, too.
Today I was in Uggs, black leggings, and an oversized Baylor University t-shirt.
Probably what he was thinking was that I was finally wearing something that made sense with the weather.
“Where ya’ goin’?” I asked as I came to a stop in front of him.
“To a family reunion,” he muttered darkly.
More darkly than normal.
“I was going to get my detail guy to clean your truck,” I said. “I just need to know when a good time would be.”
He was already shaking his head. “Not happening.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I owe you, though.”
A gleam entered his eye, and this diabolical look crossed over his features.
“How much do you feel like you owe me?” he asked.
I opened my mouth, and then closed it, trying to think about what he was asking.
But he was now smiling at me, and my brain was short-circuiting.
“Um,” I hesitated. “I would’ve been miserable had I had to walk all that way in the rain and the cold in boots and shorts. So… a lot,” I admitted.
I mean, I could do cold. I could do rain. I could do walking in boots. But I couldn’t do all three.
He tilted his head as he contemplated whatever it was that he was thinking. And what he was thinking had his eyes narrowing, and a thoughtful look coming over his face.
“How do you feel about going to a family reunion?” He tilted his head. “You can distract my family so that they don’t ask me a million questions today.”
“What kinds of questions?” I asked. “And I have to go somewhere today. I don’t think I’d have time to get there and go to your reunion since I have to steal a car.”
“The kind where they ask what’s wrong, and I have to evade,” he answered. “Come with me, and I’ll take you to wherever you need to go after.”
“The trip would literally take us four hours,” I pointed out. “Two hours there. Two hours back.”
He shrugged. “That’s fine.”
He really didn’t want to be answering questions.
“How will me being there keep them from asking you questions?” I asked.
Because me bringing a woman to a family thing wouldn’t stop my family from utterly embarrassing the hell out of me.
Granted, not many families were as close as mine, but still.
“Because A, we’ll be at a family reunion. B, my family respects my wish for privacy. If I tell them we’re new, then they won’t be bringing up any topics I don’t wish to discuss with you around,” he explained.
“Are you going to tell me what these topics are?” I questioned.
“No,” he answered flatly.
I rolled my eyes.
That was so Nash.
“Fine,” I said. “As long as you promise, when we go do my errand, you won’t complain even a little bit.”
He tilted his head. “What is this errand?”
If I told him, he wouldn’t take me.
“I won’t be speaking of it until we’re there.” I paused. “But also, we’re gonna need a blanket for your truck seat.”
He shook his head, his eyes gleaming. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
Probably. “Of course not.”
He grumbled something under his breath then gestured toward the truck. “You want to go now? Or do you need to change?”
He gave my attire a contemptuous look.
I looked down at my leggings and oversized t-shirt, then said, “Is there some sort of dress code?”
As in, do I need to put on actual pants?
“No,” he said. “But, just sayin’, you’re going to get photographed,” he said. “If it doesn’t bother you to be seen in that all over the fuckin’ world, then don’t bother changing.”
I couldn’t care less.
“Is this thing inside or outside?” I wondered.
“Out.” He paused. “Kind of. It’s at a community center in McKinney. But not all of us stay inside the entire time. And if you’re going to need me to hold your hand so you’re not alone, then I’ll be outside.”
I nearly rolled my eyes.