Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Zara puts her piece of pizza down and pushes away from the table. Zoe looks at her. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to hide all the knives and maybe the serving forks,” Zoe says, and I laugh at her. “She does not take well to being told what to do.” She points at Zara who just shakes her head as she turns to walk away.
“What are your last wishes?” Zoe whispers when we hear drawers slamming shut in the kitchen. “Anyone you want me to mention in your eulogy?”
“She isn’t really going to stab me?” I ask shocked and a touch scared. I look over her shoulder and see Zara come back in with a pizza cutter in one hand.
“It’s going to be a slow death,” Zoe says, sitting down. “The blade is dull.”
Zara bursts out laughing, and I look over at her. She tied her hair on top of her head, which gives me full access to her neck. I picture my teeth marks there and want to bury my face there. “It’s to cut his pizza,” she points out. The rest of the meal goes by so fast, and my stomach hurts from laughing.
“Okay, lovebirds,” Zoe says, coming back from upstairs while we were cleaning up the pizza boxes and everything. “I’m going to head out.”
“What did you take?” Zara asks, wiping her hands on a rag while Zoe holds up what looks like a long shirt. It’s a pinkish color with sequins all over it. “Are you sure you want to go with that outfit?”
“Outfit?” I ask puzzled. “Where is the rest of it?” I look at it, and the most material it has is on the long sleeves. “You need to wear pants with that.”
Zara looks over at me while Zoe tries to hide her laughter by rolling her lips. “It’s a dress.”
She grabs the hanger from Zoe and holds it up to her chest, and I see it barely goes to her mid thigh. “See.”
“Yeah,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You can keep it, Zoe,” I tell her, and Zara stands there with her mouth open.
“Oh, this is going to be so good. I’m going to get a whole new wardrobe from this,” she says, grabbing the dress from Zara, and I see now that it is all open in the back.
“There isn’t even a back to this dress,” I point out.
“It’s sexy chic,” Zara says.
“It’s also mine now.” Zoe turns and walks out of the kitchen.
“That dress cost me six hundred dollars.” She turns to look at me. “And I got it at cost.”
“I’m not sure, but I think you overpaid. There is no material on that dress.” I wipe my own hands now. “Do you want to go into the living room and talk?”
“No.” She glares at me, and I walk over to her, grab her hand, and lead her to the living room. I walk to the couch and sit down, bringing her down with me. She sits next to me, and I turn to face her as she gets comfortable. She tucks her feet under her and then puts her arm across the back of the couch. I put my own arm across the back of the couch behind hers, and my hand is close to her exposed shoulder.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask her, and I’m not sure why.
“I’m not sure. I have to fly out to Chicago on Thursday to meet with a client,” she tells me, and my mind is suddenly spinning.
“Do you want to come watch the game tomorrow?” I ask her. I know it’s not a good idea because it will get back to her family, but I don’t really care. “I can get you tickets, and you can bring Zoe.”
“Um.” She starts saying and then smiles. “I don’t really like hockey,” she says, and I gasp in shock. “I mean, I go for the food and the drinks, and I get to see my family, but other than that …” She shrugs.
“Okay, what about this weekend?” I ask her. “What are you doing this weekend?”
“I’ll have to check my schedule,” she tells me. “I’m gone most of the next two weeks.”
“Gone?” I ask her, my thumb now rubbing her arm slowly.
“I have five client meetings, so I’m flying out West for a week.” Maybe it’s a sign that this is going to just be a one wedding date, and I should move on.
“Do you want to be my date to the casino night?” I ask her, and I’m suddenly scared she is going to say no. “It’s in Dallas in two weeks. I have four days off.”
“I don’t know,” she says softly, and I suddenly wish that the lights were on bright so I could see her face and her eyes.