Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
The house is quiet with only the news playing softly in the background on the television. I grumbled and groaned when Clementine suggested it, not wanting to listen to the doom and gloom. She made a valid point that when her sister, Lennie, called, or she checked in with her, it’d be better to have the facts than to hem and haw only to create more worry. As the news would have it, the two feet of snow we have on the ground now will double if not triple come tomorrow morning. We’ll be staying put indefinitely, and I warned Clementine she’d need to call her sister today before it gets much worse with the snow. The phone and power company have yet to switch to underground lines. Kind of hard to do with digging into the rocky terrain.
I drop a kiss to her forehead, pull the blanket up to her chin, and smirk at how tired and worn out she is. All her energy is completely zapped from her body after the two orgasms I gave her. After we cleaned up, me helping her for the majority of it since I’m the man who made her walk bow legged to the point she was nearly unable to walk, I placed her on the kitchen counter and made her a cup of coffee, this time with creamer consisting of milk instead of the normal half and half she prefers. The next time I head into town, I’ll have to grab her more of what she likes. After I prepared pancakes, bacon, and eggs, I stood between her spread legs while feeding her a bite and then myself until we were both full.
I never thought I’d have a woman in my home, much less a woman like Clementine Sinclair. She’s strong yet soft and independent yet still needs a man, this man, at times.
My phone is on the coffee table. I chose to keep it on silent instead of it blasting through the room and waking up my sleeping beauty. I pick it up to check if I missed anything important and see that Amos sent a text hours ago. There’s only a handful of people who have my new phone number. When I hung up my hat in Texas, changing numbers and being unavailable to outsource animals became my first priority once the property sold. That part of my life is closed, yet some people couldn’t get it through their thick head. If they didn’t want animals, they’d call to ask me to do long-haul trailering even though most of them knew that type of service only came if they bought animals from me.
Amos: Hey, bud, you doing good? This weather on your first winter is shit.
Me: Hey, I’m good. Shit is fucking wet. Everything good your way?
I watch as the text tries to send, but the bar on top of the screen goes all the way to the end before it stops. There’s no use trying to send another one again or staring at the damn thing. I’ve got shit to do and a woman I’m having hard time leaving. Clementine would probably be pissed as hell at me if she knew I could work on her van to at least get it on the road to a mechanic shop. A new tire, rim, and some banging of body parts to remove some of the dents so the metal isn’t bent into the wheel well. I could even do a few things with the motor if I got down to it. Might need parts, might need a whole lot of shit that will total the vehicle out. As horrible as it sounds, I’d much rather keep Clementine here, even if that means she doesn’t have a vehicle.
I’m walking out the door when the house phone rings. I run to the kitchen to grab the receiver and huff out a “Hello.”
“Hey, man, it’s Trey. Amos mentioned he texted you but didn’t hear back. Figured I’d use the house line since he didn’t think to do it.” I’m cussing myself for not grabbing the other one in the bedroom or doing something like buying a damn portable phone. It seems I’ve got a lot of changes to make should Clementine choose to stay: a couch, a better barn for a vehicle to stay out of the elements unlike my truck, a portable phone, and a shit ton of better groceries.
“Hey, Trey, only saw his text a few minutes ago. I’ve got shit for service out here the minute snow starts coming down.” My eyes move from the kitchen, where dishes are piled up. There was no way I’d let Clementine do them when she’s dead on her feet. Then I see where my animals are, right next to her, too. Nala may be on the ground as close to the couch as she can possibly be, but make no qualms about it, she’s imprinted on Clementine in a matter of minutes. Jasmine is lying on her feet, curled up in a ball.