Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I do.”
“My sister, she’s not going to live in a housing development. She doesn’t like home owners associations telling her what she can do with her house. And you can’t have neighbors that have problems with chickens, she loves her chicks.”
I relax and move to put my arm around Sara. “Kinda figured that out for myself. I don’t much like HOA’s and subdivisions myself.”
“Well, you can’t tell her no if she wants another dog.” Carrie rambles.
“I like dogs.”
Her eyes grow wide, “what about cats? Sara loves cats. My two cats love Sara more than me! You have to like cats too.”
Sara leans up to study me. “I can deal with cats, gerbils, ferrets, guinea pigs, big pigs, snakes, anything she wants, I can deal with it, okay Carrie?”
Sara looks to me then to Carrie while Carries looks to Sara then to me then back to Sara.
“Okay, you have one point in the positive column. But you know you have a ton of them in the negative after your associate…”
She doesn’t finish the sentence as Sara glares at Carrie with a shut the fuck up face.
I know she’s done her best to work through what happened. I’ll never not feel some level of guilt about it, but I also know Sara doesn’t want to dwell on it.
“I’ll spend every breath I have trying to right that wrong.” I confess.
Sara leans over and kisses my cheek. “You can’t control other people. You had no idea and even the DreamCatchers didn’t know what Chuck was capable of or what he was battling. This is just part of our story.”
Carrie gets dreamy-eyed at that. “And now maybe this can be your happily ever after?”
Well, I’m not big on romance, but if that means I get to see how things go with Sara then I’m all for it.
No woman has ever made me feel like this.
Happy.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Even in the chaos of club life, farm life, or anything, just thinking of coming home to her or taking her out for a meal, suddenly everything inside me settles.
I want this with her like never before.
FIFTEEN
SARA
SIX WEEKS LATER
Nothing Else Matters – Metallica Song
He’s been in Salemburg for the last two nights. I miss him.
My dogs miss him.
Hell, I think even Matilda, my goat misses him. When he’s stayed over, he doesn’t hesitate to go out and milk her, setting the containers aside for Jordyn. Matilda stands still for him better than she does for me.
And the chickens, the don’t even get upset that he is gathering the eggs. Cleaning a chicken coop is far from glamorous, but he gets out there and does it without a single complaint. I guess he’s more than a crop farmer and embraces it all.
Clay accepts my crazy love for my animals. Who could have ever predicted that I could have a biker and a farmer all in one? It’s like he is made just for me.
The only hiccup in our happily ever after is the distance between his house and mine.
Well, there is one more thing. Something I haven’t shared with anyone. I had a feeling and now is the time to put up or shut up and figure it out.
Making my way into my bathroom, I remove the plastic stick from the wrapper before going to the toilet. Following the instructions, I allow the stream of urine to cover the tip before putting the cap back on it. Placing it on the counter, I do what I need to then stand up, pulling up my panties and pants before washing my hands.
Three minutes.
In three minutes my whole life will be changed. I’ve felt different for weeks. From tender breasts to sudden bouts of nausea to the extreme way everything smells, I am sure I already have the answer from my body.
Sure enough, the two lines on the stick give me the answer in a way I can’t deny.
How do I even begin to tell him this? God only knows which time it happened. I’ve been having unprotected sex with this man for months. Will he question who the father is? We aren’t committed like that? I know he’s asked me, but it’s all so overwhelming. Does he trust me enough to know I didn’t sleep around?
How will this work? We don’t even live in the same city. We haven’t talked about kids. Does he want kids? We aren’t in our twenties. I mean I don’t think thirties is old, but some people do and they don’t want to have kids this late. What will he think?
Maybe I should do it on my own.
My thoughts are all over the place as my phone rings and it’s his number.
“Hey sugar,” I greet trying to sound casual.
“Gotta take a run. Won’t be around for a few days.”
“Okay,” I say as both relief and sadness wash over me.