Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Just be homebodies?” he asks, eyes bright with interest.
“You did say you love cooking for me. We can eat in bed, make love, watch movies, make love again.”
“I like it,” he says, flashing me a grin. “What trouble are you going to get in while I’m gone on the road trip?”
I shrug, cutting into my pancakes. “I don’t know yet. I’ll probably just catch up on some sleep and maybe hang out with Willa or Mazzy if they’re around.”
“You could stay here if you want,” he suggests, though there’s a glint in his eye that says he knows he’s pushing a little. “You could use my truck too. Plus, it’d give you a chance to break in the house. You know, get a feel for it.”
I narrow my eyes at him, even as my lips twitch with a smile. “You’re relentless, you know that? This is your not-so-subtle way of pressuring me to move in, isn’t it?”
“Not at all,” he says, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just saying there are perks to you moving in with me. You’d have your own space, a comfy bed, access to my truck, and a fridge that’s always stocked. Plus, I make a mean pancake breakfast, as you’ve seen. And best of all, you’d have free and unfettered access to my body, which I know is really why you’re with me.”
I roll my eyes, but his grin is infectious. “Unlimited sex on demand. That definitely goes in the pros column.”
His deep, rumbling laugh fills the room. “That’s a given. But seriously, think about it. I’m not saying move in for good. Just try it out while I’m gone. No pressure.”
Before I can respond, there’s a sudden clatter at the front door. The distinctive thunk of mail dropping through the slot echoes through the quiet house. North stands, licking syrup off his finger as his chair scrapes against the tile.
I admire his physique as he strides to the door, watching his muscles ripple as he bends to retrieve the pile of mail on the floor. “I should get a dog to retrieve this for me.”
“That would be cool,” I say, shooting him a wink. “Would definitely be some incentive for me to stay here more.”
North grunts a half laugh as he thumbs through the mail, his face lighting up with delight as he pulls out a glossy brochure.
“Check this out,” he says, dropping it onto the table in front of me.
I stare at a college admissions packet from the University of Pittsburgh. My stomach does a slow, uneasy flip as I glance up to see North beaming with pride.
“I figured this might be helpful,” North says. “You know, if you’re serious about going back to school. Pitt has a great program for forensic psychology and a great internship program with the local FBI office here. I ordered a few others, but this is the first one in.”
My heart races as I pick up the brochure, the cheerful faces of students on the cover staring back at me. I should feel grateful—touched, even—that he went to the trouble. But instead, an unwelcome wave of claustrophobia rolls over me.
“Oh,” I say, forcing a smile. “That’s really thoughtful.”
North doesn’t seem to notice the strain in my voice. He sits back down, an eager expression on his face. “Some of these have night classes, online options, even accelerated programs. You could start small—just one or two classes to see how it feels.”
I nod mechanically, my fingers gripping the edge of the brochure. My brain is screaming at me to be grateful, to tell him how much this means. But all I can think about is how much this feels like a trap. His excitement is pressing in on me, making it harder to breathe.
“That’s a lot to think about,” I manage, my voice tight.
North smiles, clearly clueless to my turmoil. “No rush. Just take your time and look through them when you’re ready. And if you stay here while I’m gone, I’m sure the others will arrive.”
I stand abruptly, gathering my plate and carrying it to the sink. North digs back into his pancakes, oblivious that I hardly touched mine.
I set the dish on the counter and turn on the faucet. The warm water runs over my hands, but it does nothing to calm the storm brewing in me. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the panic refuses to dissipate.
“It’s just a suggestion, you know,” North says casually from the table. “I’m not trying to push you into anything. I just thought… well, you seemed excited about the idea when we talked the other day, and I wanted to help.”
I nod, keeping my focus on the sink. “I know. And I appreciate it. Really.”
The truth is, I do appreciate it. North is thoughtful in a way no one has ever been with me before. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? He’s too good, too kind, too everything. Just like someone else I knew long ago and got suckered by. And that nearly destroyed me.