Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Sit down and eat, Haisley.” Saxon’s tone wasn’t so calm now.
I sat back down and said nothing.
“I’ve got to shower, change, and head over to Trev’s. I don’t have time for your shit, Declan,” Saxon said to her.
“You are going to talk to me,” she demanded.
“Whatever,” he replied. “Talk while I get ready.”
She followed him into his bedroom, and the door closed behind her. I listened as the lock clicked into place. The fact that my stomach suddenly knotted up wasn’t good. I shouldn’t care that a girl who looked like she belonged in his world—with all her long, wavy brown hair, expensive clothes, designer heels, and perfect nails—was in his bedroom while he was taking a shower.
But I did. I cared a lot. My chest hurt, and my salad no longer tasted good. I picked up my glass of milk and finished it, then stood and went to clean up the kitchen. Not wanting to see either of them when they exited the room or hear anything going on in there, I worked quickly.
When I was safely in my room, I sank down on the bed with a groan. This was only day one, and it was already hard. How was I going to survive this for seven more months? His mom clearly hated me. Declan was the girl his mother had invited to the Christmas party, which meant she might be his ex, but she wasn’t out of the picture.
Had I been a fling while they were on a breakup or something? I closed my eyes and fell back on the bed.
Voices entered the living room again, and I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling fan while I listened to them talk. I couldn’t make out their words, but Declan seemed to have calmed down. I was sure Saxon had helped with that.
There was a knock at my door.
“I’m heading out,” Saxon told me through the closed door.
Great, he was going out.
“Okay,” I replied.
He said nothing more. He didn’t ask if I wanted to go anywhere. How I was feeling. Nothing. Just footsteps, Declan’s laughter, and the front door closing.
I missed my family. My sisters and brothers. Even my mom. Tears burned my eyes, and I let them roll down the sides of my face as I continued to watch the ceiling fan turn.
I wanted to go home.
Thirteen
Saxon
I heard her bedroom door open as I poured my coffee. I hadn’t made her breakfast this morning, but after seeing the baking she had done yesterday, I figured she could handle it on her own. Plus, I wanted to get the fuck out of here so I didn’t have to look at her. The less I was around her, the better.
But I also wasn’t going to be a complete ass.
I said, “Good morning,” as I turned to look at her before leaving.
Joke was on me, it would seem.
She had on what looked like a red sports bra and a pair of matching leggings. I coughed, unable to cover up the fact that I’d just gotten strangled on my coffee. Fucking hell, did she have to dress like that? Wasn’t it enough that she was so beautiful that it hurt? Did she have to remind me how incredible her body was too? I didn’t need a damn reminder. It was burned in my brain.
“Good morning. I, uh, wanted to talk to you before you left this morning.”
Great. She wanted to talk. So, I had to look at her more. Listen to her more. Watch that damn mouth of hers move.
“Do you need clothes?” I asked her.
She frowned and shook her head. “No.”
“Then, where is your shirt? It’s sixty degrees outside.”
She glanced down at that excuse for a top, then back up at me, and smiled. Jesus, I wished she wouldn’t do that. Her smile was dangerous.
“This is my shirt. It’s what I wear for yoga.”
Of course. She had to be basically naked while she bent her body in all those ways meant to taunt a man.
“Is yoga safe for the baby?” I asked.
She nodded. “Most moves. There are some that will have to be modified. Where I used to work had a pregnancy yoga class. I taught it several times. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’d like to call and see if I could get my job back there. I miss it, and staying here alone all day … well, I am going to go crazy. I need human interaction.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure why, but I did it instantly. I didn’t want her going and doing that shit half naked while pregnant with my baby.
“Are you serious? I can’t just stay here all the time. It’s lonely.”
The house was so spotless that you could eat off the floor, and she’d also baked. I had noticed all of it. She’d been trying to occupy her time.