Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“No! Why?” She returns her gaze back to the car reverently.
“He wanted me to fix it up for his fiftieth wedding anniversary. He and his wife had their first date in this car. A drive-in movie.”
“Fuck, that is so sweet.” She shakes her head, blinking away tears she’s pretending I can’t see. “But why sell it?”
I sigh heavily. “She passed recently, and he can’t bear to look at it anymore. Reminds him too much of her. He says it’s a young man’s car, and since I was a little fangirl when he brought her in, he’s giving me first refusal. What do you think?”
Cassidy stares at the car for a long time before circling it again and stopping right in front of me. “If you don’t want it, I do.”
My lips curl into a teasing grin. “I was thinking that we could work on it together. Fix it up and make it ours?”
Cassidy takes a step back like the wind has been knocked out of her. “Seriously?”
My brows dip. “Is that a shitty idea?”
“No, I’m just surprised. I would love to grab a wrench and get dirty with you under the hood of this beauty!” She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight. “What an awesome idea. I love it!”
“That’s really fucking cool, babe, because I love you.”
She gasps. “I love you too.”
“Good, then hurry back to me.” I kiss her long and slow right there up against the Shelby, enjoying the way her fingers tangle in my hair, and she presses her body against mine.
“For the first time, I can’t wait to come back to someone.”
I kiss her again and pull back. “Come on. I promised you food.”
“Stop talking dirty to me,” she laughs, clasping our hands together.
“Never.” I laugh and strap the helmet on her head, loving the way she presses her whole body against mine when she’s on the back of my bike. A quick stop for food, and we’re back at Morgan International, sitting inside her truck and looking out over the harbor.
“This is nice,” she says when her burger is almost gone. “Really nice. Peaceful.”
“Yeah,” I say because I don’t know what the fuck else to say. This kind of peace is foreign to me and more with a woman at my side. Cassidy doesn’t feel the need to fill a comfortable silence or talk for the sake of talking, she’s wild and she’s chill. I like her.
The silence extends, both of us content to focus on the waves bouncing off each other, the late afternoon sun glinting off each crest.
“I meant what I said,” she begins out of nowhere. “I love you, Diesel, and I think you’re right. We can be something spectacular if that’s what we want. Is that what you want?”
The weight that’s been pressing down on my chest evaporates, and I’m left with a lightness that feels a hell of a lot like happiness. “It’s all that I want.” I pause. “Well, not all.”
Her brows arch, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I want you to move in with me, Cass. Make Angel Harbor your home base. Make my home, our home.”
She freezes for a long moment, her gaze fixed on my own before, seconds later, she launches herself onto my lap, kissing me all over. “You don’t think it’s too soon?” She nibbles her lips as if she’s worried I might actually think it is too soon.
“We just spent two weeks together in a sardine can, I think if we can survive that, we’re ready for this. Is it something you want?”
Her nod is quick, eager. “I wanna be with you, morning, noon and night. And yeah, every shower in between,” she says, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I fucking love you, Cass.”
Her reply is instant, fierce. “I fucking love you too.” Then we’re all over each other, tangled up, crashing into the back of the cab, trying to get closer than skin allows, the rest of everything—our abandoned burgers included—fading into nothing.
It’s like everything outside us is burning down.
Because in Angel Harbor, it feels like it actually is. But here’s the thing—I’ll kill anyone or anything that tries to take her away from me.
And that’s a promise.