Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Greer squeezed my hand. “It’s okay, Bishop, we don’t have to talk about this. It was just a shock to see you with another woman, and one with a child. I mean, it’s different when I see you at a bar, and I know it doesn’t mean anything. But to see you with a woman and her little girl and to hear you’ve been dating her. It’s just…”
“Jarring,” Arabella finished. “You go back in and enjoy your lunch. We’ll talk soon, okay? Don’t be a stranger.”
Nodding, I leaned in and kissed them each on the top of the head. “Same goes for you two. See you around.”
By the time I got back to the table, Maggie was there and ready to take our order. My conversation with Greer and Arabella eventually faded away as I got lost in a story Ashley started to tell about a time she’d rescued a baby duck. I smiled at Jax as her daughter spoke. I didn’t feel the same zip of energy I did when was with Abby, but I was determined to make this work.
“Dinner was amazing, Bishop. That little Italian restaurant was so good.”
Smiling, I unlocked the garage door that led into my house and motioned for Jax to enter. “I don’t know what they put in their meatballs, but it’s addictive. I eat there at least once a week.”
She laughed and stepped into the mudroom, allowing me to lead the way. We walked through the butler’s pantry and into the kitchen.
“So, how about a drink?” I asked as I made my way to the refrigerator.
Jax looked around and spotted the wine cooler. “Wine sounds good.”
I wasn’t really a wine drinker. The wine cooler had been Abby’s, and I hadn’t opened it since she’d left. “Um, sure. Wine it is. Red or white?” I asked, opening the door. The red was on the top section of the cooler, the white on the bottom.
“I’m a red lover.”
I pulled a few bottles of red out and then pushed them back in before I glanced over my shoulder. “Truth be told, I know nothing about wine. My ex-wife was the wine lover. These were all bottles she bought.”
Jax flashed me a smile. “Here, move over and let me look.”
Doing as she asked, I stepped aside and then headed to get a beer.
“This merlot sounds good,” Jax stated as she pulled out a bottle and set it on the kitchen island.
I glanced at the bottle and immediately recognized the vineyard. An image of Abby running as she tugged me along behind her popped into my mind. They had been stomping grapes that day and she’d desperately wanted to try it. I let her talk me into it simply to see her laugh and smile. She’d bought three bottles of the merlot, claiming it was the best she’d ever had.
A part of me wanted to tell Jax to put the bottle back and pick something else, but I kept my mouth shut. I pushed the memory away and turned to get a wine glass. “Here you go. And here’s a wine opener.”
Jax opened the wine and poured herself a generous glass. “I’ve been to this vineyard. It’s in Maine, right?”
I shrugged, even though I knew damn well it was. “What made you get into horticulture?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
Jax let out a knowing laugh and played along with the sudden switch in our conversation. “I love plants and have always been fascinated by how things grow.”
“I’ve never asked you, are you from the New England area?”
She nodded and took a sip of wine. “I’m from Boston. Born and raised. And are you originally from Boggy Creek?”
“Yes, ma’am. Born and raised,” I echoed. She smiled and then dug her teeth into her lower lip. I looked away and out toward the living room. “You want to watch that movie?”
Jax motioned with her hand. “Lead the way.”
It was strange as hell to have another woman in the house I shared with Abby. I had never brought anyone here. A part of me didn’t want to have Jax here, but if this was the process of moving forward with my life, then so be it.
“What are you in the mood for?” I asked. “Romantic comedy…horror movie?”
Jax sat down on the sofa, then set her glass of wine on the coffee table. Ignoring my question, she said, “This place is beautiful, Bishop. I’ve been in a lot of log cabins, but this one is stunning.”
I glanced around the living room. When Abby and I had the house built, we’d both decided we didn’t want the logs on the inside, but we did want the wood features. The living room had wood planks across the ceiling with an antler chandelier hanging down from the two-story height. The large river rock fireplace sat on the wall opposite the kitchen, so it was all one big open area.