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)
Meanwhile, Ms. Catherine brings my sister and me closer to her. She cups our cheeks. “Now, don’t be upset with Clay, but he told me about your past. You may not have had family beside each other, but that’s changing. You’ve got me and my brood now. It comes with lots of love, laughter, and a shit ton of shenanigans.”
“I heard that cuss word, Mom,” Trey tosses out with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut your trap, Trey Johnson,” Ms. Catherine states. She’s trying to be stern, but it’s hard when it comes to her boys.
“Thank you. I could use some help planning the wedding and maybe talking my sister into moving closer.” I look at Lennon. She has tears streaming down her cheeks. My strong, brave, beautiful sister is letting Ms. Catherine see a vulnerable side to her. God, I love this woman.
“I feel so much better knowing she has you closer than I can be. I’m not leaving Florida, though. Cold weather is not meant for me. The moment the temperature drops below forty degrees, I’m cranking the heat up.” Lennon isn’t lying. She’s a goddess to the sun and heat.
“You have me, too. I’ll be calling and checking in on you. Plus, it’s kind of nice out here as far as the temperature goes. You never know, maybe I’ll talk the mister into a place down here for the harsh winter months.” I’m thinking Mr. Russell would do anything his wife wants.
“Hi, I’m sorry to break this up, but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Sienna.” I’ve seen her on the screen when Clay talks to his friends. We’ve said hi and talked here and there.
“It’s so good to finally meet you. How did you all know where we were?” I ask.
“Amos. He’s my brother. I can get information out of him easily when I’ve got an arsenal of blackmail at the ready.” All four of us girls talk about the small stuff while the guys start loading up the boxes I’m taking with us. The rest will have to wait until we’re done talking. Ms. Catherine is telling a story that has me so enraptured that the time slowly fades, and when I look up at Clay, he’s smiling at me, happiness etched on his face similar to what I’m sure is on my own.
This is happiness.
This is love.
This is everything.