Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Where did you learn mi alma?” she asks me against my chest. I was wondering when she was going to catch that. Her face always lights up when I call her my soul.
“I knew some light Spanish, but once I got my sights set on you I started listening to lessons when I could. My Spanish still isn't perfect, but it’s getting there.”
She pulls her head from against my chest and looks at me “Why?”
“I didn't ever want to miss a word you might say,” I admit. “And I figured you’d want our children to speak Spanish, too, no? So it’s best I speak it, too.”
“God, you’re so perfect,” she says, her eyes watering as a smile lights up her face.
“Then now might be the time to tell you that little contraption you call a car is now pieces in a junkyard and the truck over there is yours.” I nod in the direction of her new vehicle and her mouth drops open. “Now before you get mad, think about it. That truck can haul anything and get you around these fields, no problem. You need it. It’s safe and works better for our family.”
She lays her head back down on me. “Okay,” she says simply.
“That easy?” I ask warily.
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m not going to fight about something that doesn't need a fight. The truck works better for what we need to do around here.”
Well, that was easy, but I know why. She doesn't have it in her to fight with me right now, even if she wants to. She’s worried. I can feel it in her little body as it’s pressed against me. Too much tension.
“Talk to me, Lucy. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She called her family yesterday and asked them to come over for dinner. It’s Sunday, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to speak to her father and tell him my intentions. It’s out of respect that I’m asking them, but I’m going to marry her either way. Luciana is my soul, and when I call her that I don’t mean it lightly. I couldn’t live without her, and I don’t plan on trying.
“Nothing. It’s so beautiful here.”
I look out onto the rolling hills with her and feel the peace that this land has always brought to me. And now brings to her. I know she’s worried about telling her family that she’s fallen in love and is getting married after only being away from home a week. But I thought that maybe letting them see this place would help convince them that this is everything she’s dreamed of. That I could give her this.
“Not as beautiful as you.” I nuzzle her neck and inhale her sweet melon scent.
My cock aches for her, but I’ll wait, knowing that we probably won’t get much sleep if tonight is anything like yesterday and this morning. We can’t seem to take more than a five-second break before we’re reaching for one another again.
She hums against me, and then I hear a vehicle off in the distance. I look to where the noise is coming from, and there’s a red truck headed our way.
“That’s them,” she says, standing from my lap. I reluctantly let her go, but I grip her hand tightly. I don’t want to give her any more distance.
The truck stops, and a man about my age gets out of the driver’s side and goes around to open the door for a woman who looks almost identical to my Luciana. An older man steps out of the back, followed by three kids, who immediately start running over to the barn.
Luciana and I walk out to greet them while her sister yells at the kids to come back.
“They’re fine, Fernanda. My foreman, Ben, is out there and he can show them around.” I extend my hand to her. “I’m Blake Jennings. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”
She reaches out for my hand, and her warm brown eyes look to me and then to Luciana. After a second she lets go and then moves to her sister, wrapping her in a motherly embrace.
I shake hands with Mateo, and his smile is kind. After Fernanda is finished with Luciana, he pulls her back to his side, wrapping a possessive arm around her. I like Mateo immediately.
Luciana's father waits silently, and then I turn to him, holding out my hand and speaking in Spanish to greet him. I welcome him to my land and invite him inside so that we can sit down and talk. No sense in beating around the bush. He looks at me with eyes like my Luciana’s and nods.
Once we’re inside, we go to the living room and sit down. I pull Luciana down on the couch beside me, taking her hand as her family sits across from us.