Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
The counters are now dark granite, the appliances are stainless steel, the cupboards are dark wood, and the floors are slate. Nancy wanted to redo the dining room, but after the kitchen ordeal, I was over renovating for a while. We did get a new set for the deck—a large, metal table and six chairs—and we also got a large, round outdoor bed that has a top that flips over to block out the sun. It’s the perfect place to read a book or make love under the setting sun, which has happened more than once when Kenton’s caught me out there reading.
I come out of my thoughts when I hear a quiet snore. I look down and see that Tubs is sleeping. I shake my head, laying him on his bed before closing the door carefully behind me, hoping that he doesn’t wake up until I can tell Kenton about him.
I hear the alarm system sound, letting me know that the front door is open, and I run down the stairs. My feet hit the bottom landing with a loud thud when I jump off the last step.
“You’re home,” I say breathlessly as soon as his head turns my way.
“I am,” he says suspiciously.
I feel myself start to squirm under his gaze, and I dig my nails into my palms to keep from blurting out about Tubs. I need to figure out how to tell him, and I’m thinking a blowjob may ease the blow. A smile twitches my lips at that thought and his eyes start to narrow.
“What’s going on?” This time, the words are impatient.
“Nothing,” I reply immediately, and his eyes narrow further.
“Then why are you over there and not here?” He points to the floor in front of him.
I go to him like I normally would, lift up on my tiptoes, and tilt my head back, waiting for him to bend to kiss me.
“Okay, what the fuck is goin’ on?”
“Um…I… Well, we…um,” I start, trying to tell him about Tubs, when all of a sudden, there’s a loud bang upstairs and both of our heads tilt towards the ceiling for a second before he looks back down at me. When our eyes meet again, I see hurt hit his eyes. Then rage.
“Stay here,” he growls, setting me away from him before I can explain what’s going on.
“Wait!” I yell when I see him pull his gun out from behind his back. I run after him up the stairs and yell, “No!” as he pushes open my old bedroom door when he sees all the others are open.
“What the fuck?” he asks, stopping dead, causing me to run into his back.
I slide around him into the room, seeing that Tubs has pulled the lamp off the bedside table and onto the ground. Luckily, it didn’t break. I pick him up and pull him into my chest.
“Bad puppy,” I mutter, kissing his furry little head.
“What is that?” Kenton asks.
My eyes go to him and I smile. “This is Tubs.” I hold him out to Kenton and he wiggles in my hands, his tongue coming out, trying to reach Kenton’s face. I look from Tubs to my confused man, who is looking at the dog like he’s some kind of alien.
“How did it get here?”
“He got here in my car,” I say, bringing him back to my chest, petting him behind his ears when he whines.
“Put him back in your car and take him back to where he came from.”
I lift my eyes and narrow them. “I’m keeping him.”
“Baby, do you know how much work a puppy is?”
No, I don’t know, but I talked to a very sweet girl at the pet store and she made sure I had everything we needed—from food to a rhinestone-studded collar.
“It’s a lot of work,” he says, watching me.
“But I love him,” I pout, tucking his tiny head back under my chin.
His eyes drop to my mouth then to Tubs. “Fuck.” He shakes his head then reaches out his hand, petting the top of Tubs’s head. “What kind of dog is he?”
“American Eskimo,” I whisper as he takes Tubs from my hands and pulls him to his chest. My heart melts at the sight of him cuddling the puppy.
“Okay, baby.”
“What?” I ask, thinking, This is way too easy.
“We can keep him.”
“Really?” My eyes go wide.
“I’ll probably regret this after the first time he pisses in the house, but yeah, we can keep him,” he says, bending towards me, kissing the smile off my face. “None of that,” he tells Tubs when he tries to get in on our kiss.
I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you, honey.” I give him a squeeze.
“You owe me.”
“Anything you want.” I smile and his eyes heat.
“Remember you said that,” he says with a wicked grin, but then I remember the look on his face before he ran up the stairs.