Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I didn’t say that!” Kit shouted, all buttons pushed. “Daddy, I didn’t say that!”
“Sure you did—that’s what we heard,” Reese said.
“Yup, loud and clear,” I agreed.
Shay chuckled to himself as he rounded the pool with his new luggage. “You happy now, Kit?”
Kit wasn’t happy at all.
Corey was wisely opting to shut up.
Max turned to River and Reese. “Where are you off to? I forgot to ask earlier.”
River yawned and lay down again. “San Diego.”
“I’m not sure it’ll be much of a vacation, though,” Reese chuckled. “We’re helping a friend get settled in his new house.”
“Whatever, I’m gonna learn how to surf,” Shay said. “It’s definitely a vacation for me.”
Vacations were important. Max and I headed out as frequently as we could, whether it was a short weekend up to New York or a bucket-list week bicycling around Lake Como in Italy, which we’d done this past spring.
After so many years of pining after each other and living somewhat frugally, we had long bucket lists to catch up on.
It also helped that I didn’t have to waste energy on watching Max struggle with his identity anymore. Hell, these days, he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.
“Can you pass me the wing sauce?”
I passed him the sauce, eyes glued to the big screen above our booth. The sports bar was packed, and the wings were fucking divine.
“I know what I want to be now, Reid.”
“Oh yeah?” Come on, come on, come on, don’t fumble again. We needed this win.
“Yeah. Your husband.”
I whipped my head around to face him, and I blinked.
He smirked and used his napkin to wipe my chin. “What do you say?”
Jesus Christ. Was he serious? He better be.
“I say pick a time and place, and I’ll fuckin’ be there, darlin’.”