Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“That would be true if you didn’t leave the evidence of your baking skills in your garbage,” Wes says, and I follow his eyes to the trashcan, where there is a box that once contained the apple pie sitting on top of it.
“You’re such a know-it-all.” His mom laughs, hitting him with the hot oven mitt in her hand, making me laugh. “Just so you know, honey, this is his favorite pie. They have it at every store and all you have to do is put it in the oven.”
“That’s good to know. I suck at baking,” I tell her, and her face goes soft.
“Me too, but my boy didn’t know I couldn’t until he turned sixteen and found the first box from a frozen apple pie I had made him.”
“I knew when I was ten,” Wes confesses, and her eyes go to him.
“You did not!” she cries.
“I did; I had a sleepover at a friend’s and his mom had bought one, and it looked and tasted just like yours. I just didn’t confront you about it until I was sixteen.”
She shakes her head, but her gaze on him is soft and so full of love that I feel it all the way down to my toes.
“So, how did you two meet?” she asks, going to a cupboard and pulling out three plates, setting them in front of us.
“Me and the boys were out riding when this biker swerved and tried to run me off the road,” Wes says, and his mom’s face pales.
“I swerved to miss a bird that was in the road,” I defend, pulling Judy’s eyes to me. “Its wing was broken, and I didn’t want to kill it. After I swerved, your son and his friends chased me down on their bikes,” I tattle, and she inhales a sharp breath.
“Why don’t you tell her how you stun-gunned me?”
“Oh my…”
I turn my head and glare at him, then hiss, “You scared me and it was an accident.”
“Oh lord,” Judy whispers, and I turn to look at her. Her eyes go from him to me, and the same look I saw on my mom’s face when she met Wes appears on hers. “That will be a good story for your kids one day,” she cheers blissfully then turns around, leaving me sitting there like a fish out of water, with my mouth gaping while she goes over to a drawer, opening it up and pulling out forks.
“Close your mouth, babe,” Wes chortles, pushing up on my chin. I turn to look at him, noticing he doesn’t even look slightly taken aback by his mom’s comment. I double-blink then snap my mouth closed.
“So, you ride a bike also?” Judy asks while cutting a piece of pie and placing it on the plate in front of me.
“I do…well, not a Harley, but a sport bike,” I tell her, smiling.
“My ex used to ride, and I hate that my son rides. I worry about him everyday, but I know it’s something that makes him happy. I’m glad you guys have that in common,” she says, and Wes’ hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me closer to him so he can place a kiss above my ear.
“My mom rides, and it was always something we did together.”
“How does your dad feel about it?” Judy asks.
“The first bike I ever had, I was constantly having to refill the tires with air, and I couldn’t figure out why. And I wouldn’t ride it, because it was too risky. Then one day, I went to the garage and found my dad taking the cap off the nozzle on the tires. He hated that I was riding, so he was sabotaging my bike.”
“Well then, I don’t feel so bad.” His mom smiles and I smile back, taking a bite of the pie, and I have to agree; even if it was frozen, it is seriously delicious.
By the time we leave, I have completely fallen in love with Wes’ mom, and I know that if the time ever comes for our parents to meet, my mom and dad will both love her too.
“I love your mom,” I tell Wes as we head back to my house.
“Told you.” He smiles, squeezing my thigh.
“Do you want to stay at my house tonight?” I ask, not knowing why I even bother asking, ’cause he has stayed with me every night since the first time he crawled into my bed.
“Babe,” he starts, and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh, “I haven’t even been to my place in three days.”
“It’s weird how this thing has been happening between us,” I say quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“Everything has been at warp speed since our first date, or what would have been our first date, if you hadn’t ruined it.”