Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Look at this dining room! Holy shit! It could hold a table big enough to seat my whole family. It’s huge.”
Amelia ran her hand along the chair rail and barely touched the wallpaper. “I’m stunned this wallpaper has not fallen off with the humidity and heat after all these years.”
“So am I.”
“Let’s keep going! This is exciting!”
We came to another room off the kitchen. “Butler’s pantry, maybe?”
I shrugged again. We walked into another bedroom and I gasped.
“Holy shit,” we said at the same time.
“Wade, this must have been the main bedchamber.”
“Bedchamber?”
She shook her head. “Bedroom. Like the master bedroom.” Amelia walked to a door and turned back to me.
“You don't think this is real gold, do you? The doorknobs and hardware?”
“Maybe gold-plated. I can’t see even someone with a ton of money doing something so foolish.”
She raised a brow. “You’d be surprised. Mrs. Hamilton’s family is crazy rich, and she herself did the weirdest things with her money. The apple might not have fallen far from the tree.”
Opening the door, Amelia stepped in…and screamed.
“What?” I asked, rushing into the bathroom. Amelia was down on her knees in front of an old bathtub. “Copper.” Glancing up at me, she exclaimed, “They had a copper tub! Do you know how beautiful this will be when you get it cleaned?” Amelia jumped up. “We have to see what’s upstairs! Come on!”
She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me up the stairs. Then she threw open the door at the top and squealed. “This would make the most stunning writing room! Wade, it has a view of the river!”
We walked to the window. “And there’s a rooftop porch,” I added.
“Shut up!” Amelia shouted as she hit me in the stomach so hard I bent over.
Before I could get my breath back, she was on the deck, jumping.
“Lord, I hope the roof is okay,” I mumbled while I made my way out the door.
Amelia spun around and ran into my arms. “Thank you for showing me this! I’m so excited for you.”
I held onto her and felt something new—something I never dreamed I would feel. I wanted Amelia to live in this house with me…
For the rest of my life.
Holy shit. Where is this coming from?
We hadn’t even known each other two months, and I was making plans about living together.
Forever.
When she drew back, I forced a smile. “You’re welcome. I’m glad we got to see it together. Now, hold on, I need to go back to the truck. There’s been a change of plans.”
With a confused look, Amelia asked, “What kind of change?”
“Where we’re eating dinner. I think this is the perfect spot.”
Before she could say anything, I jogged back down the stairs to my truck. I grabbed the basket, cooler, and bag before I made my way up to the roof.
Amelia put her hands on her hips and tilted her head, giving me the cutest damn grin I’d ever seen. “A picnic? Wade, you planned a picnic?”
I nodded and set everything down. Before I knew it, Amelia had her arms wrapped around me and was kissing the living shit out of me. It didn’t take me long to return the kiss.
Pulling her in close, I wrapped my hand around her neck and deepened the kiss, pressing my hard cock into her stomach so she knew what she was doing to me. A small moan slipped from her mouth, fueling the fire of our kiss.
When we finally had to stop for air, she peeked at me and smiled. My heart stilled as I stared into those beautiful blue eyes.
“That was some kiss,” she managed to say. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.
“Just wait, darlin’. I plan on kissing you more. A lot more.”
As if the high from touring the old house wasn’t enough, Wade had to go and do something utterly romantic.
And that kiss. My God, that kiss.
Wade laid out the blanket as I watched. My fingertips moved lightly over my still-tingling lips.
“What’s on the menu?” I asked, sinking down on the blanket and pulling my knees under me.
Wade opened the basket and pulled out two glass dishes. He grabbed the bag and took out paper plates, forks, knives, and napkins.
“You've done this before, Mr. Adams.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Actually, a certain young lady gave me the idea when I was out walking her goat. She told me girls liked picnics. That her daddy takes her mommy on them all the time.”
I grinned. “Don’t you just love her? Chloe has brought so much joy to our family. I can’t wait for the new baby!”
“I do adore Chloe. She is funny as hell. Jesus, the things that come out of her mouth.”
I giggled in agreement. “If Steed only knew some of the things Chloe shared with us.”
He stopped what he was doing. “Oh, tell me! She told me she walked into the room the other night and her daddy and mommy were wrestling in bed, but she shut the door cause her mommy had no clothes on. I almost died.”