Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Con, be nice.” I nudge him. “Once the baby’s here, we’ll make the trip out to the East Coast.”
“Works for me.” He stands and stretches. “You hungry? You need anything?”
“I’m fine.” I grin and get to my feet. He’s always asking if I’m hungry, if I’m thirsty, constantly checking up on my needs. It’s nice to be looked after so intensely.
We’re always together. At work, at home, always, twenty-four hours per day, seven days per week, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This sure as hell beats him sitting outside in his stupid truck. We both look back on that time and laugh about it now, but if it hadn’t happened, I’m sure we’d be as inseparable as we are now.
There’s a knock at the door. We look over as Lisa appears on the threshold. “Got a minute?” she asks.
“Let me guess,” Conlan says. “It’s Allison.”
“She’s over budget.”
“How bad?”
“A few thousand. So not terrible—yet.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I say, getting to my feet with a grunt. “I swear, I do this at least every few days.”
“You’re so good at it,” Lisa says. “She really listens to you.”
“I wish she wouldn’t.” I kiss Conlan. “See you in a bit.”
“Love you,” he says.
I linger with him for a moment as Lisa heads out to the elevators. I don’t want to be apart from him, not even for a few minutes.
But we’re both normal, rational people.
“Maybe you could come too?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he says, sounding relieved.
Because the idea of being apart, even for ten minutes, is way too distressing.
Which means I’m party to more of his business than I ever thought I would be, but hey—I’m a mob wife now.
And life is pretty good.
We hold hands and head out to deal with our unruly friend.