Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"I got an interesting call today," she says.
"What'd your sons do this time?"
"My sons?" She laughs quietly. "They're yours when they're causing problems, Jonas. They're mine when they're being sweet."
"I feel like I got the raw of this deal."
"Your semen, your problem." She shrugs.
"Well, shit. Why don't you tell me how you really feel about it?"
"You're the one who didn't want girls," she reminds me sweetly.
"Yeah, because I already have a fucking sister who stresses me out," I growl. Kellan is my brother-in-law now. It turns out he and Parker were fucking behind my back. But he makes my sister happy, so I guess it's probably a good thing I didn't kill him, but there's no fucking way I'm having daughters. Having a sister is enough stress.
I carry Jamie into the shower. Steam swirls around us, pulling a moan from her lips.
"What'd the boys do?"
"It wasn't about the boys." Jamie looks up at me through her lashes. "Kelly Strauss heard through the grapevine that you're retiring at the end of the season. As it turns out, Colby Johns is also retiring."
I go stock still, staring at her.
"She wanted to know if we're ready to come home," she whispers, her eyes misting over.
"Shit. You're serious?"
Jamie bites her lip, bobbing her head in a nod. "The Predators' studio analyst position is mine if I want it." She blinks her eyes rapidly. "I'll be their first female analyst and the only one behind the anchor desk on the network."
"Fuck." I press my mouth to hers in a hard kiss, pride coursing through me. Most studio analyst positions go to former players. Very few go to women. But Jamie has worked her ass off for this. She's earned it. The sky is the limit for my girl. Darren Smith might not have seen that. But the people who matter do. And the people who matter are in her corner.
"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby," I whisper, brushing away the tears clinging to her lashes. "So fucking proud. Your dad would be too."
A quiet sob breaks from her lips before she can stop it.
I press my forehead to hers, lending her my strength as she puts herself back together again.
"Are you ready to go home, Jonas?" she asks after a moment, smiling at me so brightly she steals my breath and my soul all over again.
"Fuck yeah," I growl. Pittsburgh has been kind to us, but it isn't home. Nashville is. That's where our hearts are. That's where we belong. I can't wait to get my family back to the ranch. I can't wait to see my girl live her dream. I've chased mine for long enough. The only one I want to live now is the one in my arms.
"What are you doing?" Jamie breathes as I press her up against the shower wall.
"Celebrating, baby girl," I mutter, wrapping her legs around my waist. "We're celebrating."