Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Well?” Louise asks. “Good news?”
“Great news.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and Google the address on the note and quickly discover it’s a professional-grade racetrack about forty minutes outside of Seattle, exactly as I figured. “Fantastic news,” I say. I kiss Louise and Gracie on their cheeks and gather my car keys off the counter. “Thanks for watching Gracie. We’ll be home around midnight, if not before.”
“Don’t rush home. Kat pumped before she left—we’ve got plenty of milk to tide us over.”
“Thank you so much.” I kiss Gracie again. “Bye, Little G. I love you, honey.”
“Guh,” Gracie says.
I sprint toward the exit of the kitchen.
“Hey, wait, honey,” Louise calls to my back. “Aren’t you hungry? Maybe you should take a little something to nibble on?”
“Good point.” I say. Quickly, I make a couple orgasm-inducing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches—one for me and one for my wife—and throw them into a bag with some apples and chips and bottles of water. “A meal fit for a king and queen,” I say. I wink at Louise. “Thanks again for watching Little G.”
“Have fun, honey,” Louise calls to my back.
“Oh, I will,” I yell back.
I race outside, hop into my fucking awesome new car, and peel out of the driveway of my fucking awesome house, my dick throbbing, my heart racing, my skin buzzing; and, once I’m driving smoothly on the highway, I press the button to call Kat through my wireless connection.
“Hey, Playboy,” Kat purrs into the phone. “Did you get my note?”
“I sure did,” I say. “I’m on my way.”
“Are you mad about dinner being cancelled?”
“Hell no. This is a much better offer. YOLO, right, babe?”
“Words to live by.”
“Especially for a guy who happens to have ’em stamped on his ass.”
“Amen.” Kat laughs. “Drive safe, my love. I can’t wait to celebrate your birthday in a manner befitting the one and only Playboy with the Heart of Gold. I’ve got a whole bunch of surprises waiting for you.” She snickers. “I sure hope you’re well rested.”
“Thanks, baby. You’re the best. I think you might know me better than I know myself sometimes.”
“Might? Sometimes? Of course, I do—and don’t you ever forget it. If there are two things I know in this life, it’s PR and Joshua William Faraday.”
I chuckle. “Truer words were never spoken, PG.”
“Okay, get off the phone, honey. Concentrate on your driving—I need you here in one piece or else you’ll fuck everything up.” She makes a sexual sound. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna give you a birthday present you’ll never, ever forget.”
“Oh, yeah, Party Girl?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah, Playboy,” she replies. “It’s gonna be so goooood.”
I laugh. “So that’s how this story ends, huh?”
“You don’t know how this story ends?” Kat asks.
“Well, yeah, I do—we fuck like rabbits.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a pretty damned good ending, I’d say.”
“And then we live happily ever after,” I add.
“Aw, amen, baby,” she says softly. “The best ending of all.”
“I love you, Kat,” I say quietly, my heart soaring. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I love you, too, my beloved Joshua. With all my heart and soul.” She sighs on the other end of the line. “Forever.”