Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Liv bit back her smile and tried to imagine how her mom would’ve reacted to catching her in bed with him. She honestly didn’t know and that realization tugged at her chest. She was a seventeen-year-old virgin when Van took her. Her relationship with Mom had never reached this kind of trial, and it never would.
Emily fanned her fingers over her breastbone and flicked her eyes to Liv. “I’m sorry. It’s just…my boy’s going to be a minister. He has schooling and farm work. He doesn’t have time for—”
“That was an embarrassing apology, Mom.” He set the rooster on the table and strode toward Liv with wide steps, his eyes roaming her face. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
Her heart wobbled. “Love you, too.”
“Let me remind you that you’re not married.” Daniel rested his forearms on the table. “Tell me this was the only time you…shared a bed.”
Liv sagged against the wall. Their son was kidnapped and trained as a sex slave. Jesus, they were in serious fucking denial about his captivity.
Josh turned and hooked a thumb in his belt loop. “I love her, Dad.” He pointed at her. “And I’m sharing a bed with her every which way to Sunday. Because I. Love. Her.”
Daniel paled, and Emily gasped, her face crumpling. “You need to go to church. And you need to finish your religious studies.”
He let out a booming laugh. “No amount of church is going to keep me from sleeping with her.”
Liv pressed a fist to her lips, her chest swelling. She wanted to kiss him for standing up to his parents, but her stomach sank as she considered what it might do to his relationship with them.
“You’ve changed.” Emily straightened her spine and pursed her lips. “That man who took you put something bad in you. You need help, Joshua.”
He raked a hand through his hair and groaned. “I need her.” He sat in the chair beside Emily, turning it to face her. “I’ll finish school. When I’m ready. I’ll worship God. On my own terms. As for the farm, I’ll help you financially.” He twisted and met Liv’s eyes over his shoulder. One dark eyebrow lifted.
Oh God, he wanted her to step in here? They already hated her. She rubbed her forearm, wrinkling her forehead. He wanted her support, and she had a sure way to give it to him.
Two confident strides put her behind his chair. She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I inherited some money when my mom died.” She rubbed her thumbs over the skin on his back. “We’ll leave you with more than enough to retire.”
Daniel stiffened, his eyes on Josh. “What is she saying? You’re not leaving.”
“I am.” His shoulders rolled back.
“You will not disobey me.” Daniel jumped up, his face red. “You’re not leaving. That’s final.”
Josh stood with his hands in his pockets, chin lowered, and his body angled toward his parents, but his eyes cut to the side and met hers. A small smile played around his lips. “No more requirements.”
She swallowed around a lump of guilt and moved to stand beside him.
He reached for her hand and looked at his dad. “I’m not leaving you. I’m leaving your rules.”
He was telling his dad, man-to-man, how he was going to live his life. She was certain he’d never done that before. She wished his parents could see what she saw. Joshua Carter would never be enchained by someone else’s rules. He was a man of strong convictions. His own convictions.
Emily sagged against the chair back. “You don’t even have a car.”
“I’m taking the bike.”
Chapter 47
Josh moved through his bedroom with a high-energy buzz and an overwhelming lightness in his chest. Before Liv, his path was narrow and predetermined. Now it was a wide open field that reached the horizon and beyond. He wanted to fling his arms up, break out into a run, and whoop like an idiot.
Liv lingered by the door with a gleam in her eyes and a smile struggling to punch through her stern expression. “What bike?” She closed the door and crossed her arms. “I stalked you for weeks. I would remember a bike.”
He transferred her clothes from the grocery bag to his backpack. “I’ve got an engine strapped to two wheels.”
“That sounds safe.” She arched an eyebrow.
Said the girl who threw herself out of airplanes. He grinned. “I started putting it together out in the shed when I was fourteen. Old school pipes. Uber fat tires. It has enough torque to make my parents stutter through their prayers.”
She joined him at the bed and helped him fit her clothes in the bag. “They wouldn’t let you ride it.”
“Nope.” Not even slow in the driveway. “But it still runs. I fired it up yesterday when you were in the shower.”