Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
She puts her hand over her mouth as tears fill her eyes.
Panic shoots through me and I cross the room quickly to stand in front of her. “Doesn’t have to be a nursery. I can put everything back and make it an office again. Or a bathroom or a swimming pool, whatever you want.”
She laughs then, and it’s a watery hiccupping sound. “I’m not upset! It’s such a beautiful idea. I love it.”
“I love you more,” I tell her, pulling her against my bare chest. I still can’t believe that I get to spend every day with this beautiful woman by my side. She’s my greatest gift, and I’ll spend the rest of my life treasuring her.
EPILOGUE
GABBY
“You are not serious,” I say with my hands on my hips as my sexy husband exits his truck.
He tosses the keys to me and gestures with his thumb. “It’s making a funny noise again.”
He stomps into my office in the back of the auto garage and plops down in the leather chair that’s way too small for his big frame. It groans under his weight, but it doesn’t stop him from putting his dress shoes on my desk and leaning back in the chair. He puts his arms behind his head and stares up at the ceiling.
In the last year, the auto shop has grown to include two other full-time employees. Both female mechanics are as passionate about cars as I am. It’s a good thing I have help too. Our business has tripled, and I’m pretty sure we’ll need to expand the building soon. Fortunately, I know someone in the construction business.
I shut the door behind Roman, so my employees don’t hear our conversation. I cross my arms over my chest. “There is nothing wrong with that truck. I just serviced it yesterday.” I mutter something under my breath about also servicing the cranky owner.
His eyes narrow at me, but he doesn’t remark on that part. “Something’s wrong with it.”
I scowl at him. “There is nothing wrong with that truck, and we both know it.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “You want to know what I think?”
He stares up at the ceiling, pretending he’s ignoring me. But I know my husband. He’s listening to every word I say.
“I think that someone has gotten a little cranky since retiring as CEO of a construction company and now needs something to fill his time.”
In the corner of my office, our son makes a noise from his playpen.
“I do not need something to fill my time.” Roman puts air quotes around the words, but that’s a lie and we both know it.
He retired as CEO of his construction company, handing over the reins to someone else, so he could spend more time with me and our son. But my husband wasn’t meant to be a kept man. He’s far too restless, always wanting to do something.
“OK then, you won’t be interested in my idea,” I answer. He might be a big grump who stomps around everywhere, but I know how to handle him. More than that, I know how to bring him to his knees when the moment calls for it.
“What idea?” He’s interested but trying to cover it with a layer of suspicion. Good thing I can see right through him.
I shake my head. “No, never mind. You’ll think it’s silly.”
He comes up from the chair so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t topple. He stalks across the room toward me, and I plaster myself against the door. My nipples tighten as my panties go damp. We’ve been together for over a year now, and all this man has to do is look at me and I’m drenched.
“What was your idea?” He grunts.
“I was going to talk to you.” I tilt my head because he’s so tall that I always have to look up when we’re this close. “I was going to ask you for a recommendation. I need someone to help me run the business side of the garage.”
“You mean you want me to find you a CEO,” he grumbles. He would do it if I asked him to. He’d do anything for me and our son. If I said I wanted the moon, he’d start shopping for a rocket.
Still, that’s not what I want. But he doesn’t seem to be catching on, so I push my luck a little bit. He doesn’t like it when I talk to other men or mention them in passing or even really know about their existence. My husband is a possessive man. It’s crazy to me because he’s the only one I’ve ever been interested in. “Ideally, I’d want someone tall and strong and easy on the eyes.”
He puts his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. “You had better be joking, kitten.”
“Why? Are you interested in the job?” I tease. I know better than to do this. Teasing my growly husband too much means that I end up spending the night writhing in our bed while he keeps me on edge.