Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you groaning about?” Brian asks, knocking me out of my thoughts. When I glance around, I shake my head, needing to get control of myself. The last thing I need is to get a hard-on while I’m sitting with my brother and my niece and sister-in-law are in the other room.
“We should have them over for dinner soon,” Heather says, walking into the room and saving me from having to explain myself. She sits on my brother’s lap—still in her pajamas because he let her sleep in—and he wraps his arms around her. I look at them in awe and envy, wishing Harper and I were at the point in our relationship where I could spend every night with her. Hell, if it were up to me, I would move my ass in and never leave.
This weekend is her weekend, so after we got home from the arcade with the kids, since it was late, and she was planning to go to yoga with Bridget, I went straight home. We didn’t make any definite plans, but I’m hoping she’ll call me wanting to do something later. Not wanting to overstep on her time with her kids, I tend to leave the ball in her court.
“I’m sure she would love that,” I say. “And I know Ella has mentioned wanting to play with Kaelyn again.”
My phones rings from my pocket and I pull it out, seeing it’s Hunter. The other day, while we were at the park, he and Brendan wanted to head to a different area and Harper’s phone was dead, so I gave him my number in case he needed to get ahold of us.
“Hey, bud, what’s up?”
“Hey, umm… you busy?”
“Nope. Just hanging out.”
“Oh, okay…” he says slowly. I’ve noticed when he wants to ask something and is afraid someone will say no, he stalls. As if he’s working up the courage to ask, while at the same time, preparing himself to be let down. I’ve heard him do it a few times when he’s asked his dad to do something with him, and it pisses me off that he’s putting me in that category, but I get it. When you’ve been let down over and over again by the man in your life you’re supposed to be able to trust, you’re going to be weary of other men. All I can do is prove to him I’m someone who isn’t going to let him down.
“Umm… so, Mom and Ella are with Bridget, going to do yoga or whatever… And umm… Simon is taking Brendan and me to the batting cages for a little bit… I was uh… wondering if you wanna go?”
I glance over at my brother and his wife, who are laughing and kissing. “Yeah, I’ll meet you guys there.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice rising a few notches, shocked I’ve said yes. One day, he’s going to realize I’m nothing like his father and he won’t be so shocked when I tell him yes.
“Yep, I’m on my way.”
“Cool.”
“Five more minutes and then we need to get going,” Simon says to the boys.
They both nod, indicating they heard him, and go back to hitting the balls. We’ve been at the cages for a good two hours and I have no clue how their arms aren’t dead yet.
“Bridget overslept, so the women are taking a later yoga class this morning,” Simon says to me, waggling his brows. When I give him a confused look, he laughs. “You haven’t been by the yoga studio yet?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Should I have?” I know she goes a few times a week—and complains about it—but we always meet back at her house when she’s done.
“You doing anything after we leave here?”
“Nope. I was hoping to hang out with Harper and the kids, but I haven’t heard from her yet. She usually texts me after she’s done to make plans.”
“We’re meeting them for lunch afterward, but I’m going by the studio first.” Simon grins and nods slowly as if he’s in on some sort of secret.
When we arrive at the studio, Simon walks in like he owns the place. The boys wave hi to the owner—who Simon introduces to me as Calliope—then run off to the playroom. Apparently she keeps a gaming console here for the older kids.
“Four smoothies,” Simon says. “I’ll be in class.” He winks, and Calliope rolls her eyes playfully.
“Sure thing.”
“We have to hurry,” he says, speed walking down the hallway. “Class is almost over.”
“Wait, we’re not joining them, are we?” I might be a professional athlete, but yoga is definitely not my workout of choice. Plus, I’m in jeans. I can’t imagine that would go over well.
“No.” He laughs. “You’ll see.”
We enter through the door and Simon walks straight to the back. It only takes me a second to find Harper amongst the other women. She’s on all fours with her skintight yoga pants stretching taught across her round ass, which is up in the air. The instructor says something and Harper’s leg goes straight, her ass rising even farther into the air. The instructor says something else, and Harper goes back to her previous position, on all fours, rocking her hips forward and backward. Holy fuck! It’s like watching porn… No, I take it back, it’s better than porn. Much better.