Forever After All Read Online Kaylee Ryan

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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I stay rooted to my spot as I watch him walk out of his room. Part of me wants to call Laramie and give her a heads-up. I know she and Colby are in one of the guest rooms. The other part of me just needs time to process this. I don’t know what’s going on. Rip has never acted this way with me before. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll take his attention, his hugs, and his kisses any day of the week. Then again, I remember when Laramie called me last night, and I told her I was in Rip’s room watching a movie. I believe her exact words were “Finally” before she hung up the phone.

“Knock knock.” I hear Laramie say before she pushes the bedroom door open. I’m still standing in the same spot, trying to process the last twenty-four hours. My best friend’s grin is huge as she wags her eyebrows. “The man of the house requested some clothes for his lady friend,” she says in an exaggerated Southern drawl.

“Stop,” I say, spluttering with laughter.

“What’s with this”—she waves her hand in the air around me—“statue look?”

“Nothing. Just needed some clothes to take a shower.”

“These?” She holds up a stack of clothes.

“Thank you.” I reach for them, but she pulls them away.

“First, let’s set some ground rules.”

“What kind of ground rules?” I wasn’t expecting rules from her. “Never mind, I should just go home to shower and change.”

“Oh, no, you don’t, sister. You’re staying.” She grins wickedly, and I brace myself for what she says next. “We have one rule and one rule only.”

My hands settle on my hips, and I mock glare at her. “Let’s hear it.”

“All future conversations regarding you and my brother, we shall refer to him as Hans. When it’s not directly related to what happened in this room last night, he can be Rip.”

“What?” I ask, holding in my laughter.

“I should have prefaced this with I love that you spent the night in his room, and I need all the details. But… he’s my brother, and eww, I don’t want to hear about his moves, so when you talk about your sexy times, he shall be referred to as Hans.”

“You’re crazy.” I shake my head.

“You love me,” she sings, dropping to the bed with a bounce. “Wait, maybe I shouldn’t be sitting here.” She scrunches up her nose.

“Stop. Nothing happened.”

“You mean to tell me you had my brother all to yourself in his bed, in his clothes”—she points to the shirt I’m wearing—“and nothing happened?”

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

“Mac,” she exhales. “I was kidding about the Hans thing. You know that, right? You can talk to me.”

“Nothing happened. Well, I mean, I woke up with his arms around me, and his, you know, pressed against my ass, but that’s it. We might have kissed a few times,” I confess. “Oh, and he hugged me before he went downstairs to make me breakfast.”

“He didn’t try anything?”

“Nope.” I’m not the least bit shocked. Rip has never been a player. He’s always respected the women he’s dated. Maybe he changed while I was away at school, but something tells me he didn’t. That’s just not who he is.

“Huh.”

“Huh? What do you mean, huh?”

“I just… thought that he would, that’s all. He’s always asking about you and just thought there might be something there. I expected more than a few kisses and a hug.”

“He asks about me?”

She nods. “Yeah, pretty frequently. I thought maybe he was finally pulling his head out of his ass and claiming you as his.”

I don’t know why I’m fighting this attraction. I guess I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always does. “We both know that’s not going to happen.” I’m not sure what’s going on between us, but it feels too good to be true. I don’t want to get my hopes up.

“I guess we’ll see.”

I can tell she’s not convinced that’s not what’s happening. However, I was here in the moment, and a hug and some tonsil hockey and words spoken in the moment isn’t exactly what futures are made of. Even him dropping the word beautiful isn’t enough to justify what she thinks might be happening.

“These should work.” She points to the clothes on the bed. “What are you doing today that you needed to shower here?”

“I— Nothing that I know of. He did mention hanging out. He just told me he could get me some of your clothes that you keep here and that he was going down to start breakfast.”

She wags her eyebrows. “He’s into you.”

“Stop it. You’re going to get my hopes up. Besides, we both know Rip could have any woman he wants.” I hold up my hand when she starts to argue. “You know I’m right,” I tell her.

“Whatever you say, Mac. I’m going to shower with my fiancé. I’ll see you downstairs.” With a wag of her eyebrows, she jumps off the bed and leaves the room.


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