Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Lola nodded. “I want them to have a relationship.”
“They will. I’ll make sure my brother doesn’t fuck it up this time. But I don’t really think she’s going to move in with him. She’ll be in college or finished with it by then.”
“Oh,” Lola said. “Kate is coming to visit in a week. She wants to be here when the baby comes.”
“Alright,” I said. By my count, that meant her parents, Kate, Paisley, Harper, Greyson, their kids, Max, and just about half of the fucking town was going to be waiting outside the delivery room. Even my brother Hector and his wife Candice were going to fly in from California for the birth. A year ago, the thought of so many people crowding into our lives probably would’ve irritated me. I guess I’d grown, because all it did now was make me feel warm. It made me feel at home. “Good,” I said.
“Good?” she asked, looking up at me with those big doe eyes of hers.
“Yeah. Good. She can stay at the ranch if she wants.”
Lola raised an eyebrow. “When did you become so sweet?”
“I’m not sweet. I just like to make you happy.”
“Hm. You realize that is sweet, right?”
“I’m sweet for you. Everybody else still gets my usual, grumpy ass self.”
She laughed. “Well, I can live with that, I guess.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
“Happily stuck,” she corrected.
I pulled her tighter and found myself smiling. I doubted there was such a thing as perfect, but this had to be as close as it got.
The End
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All I ever wanted was the perfect happily ever after.
All he ever wanted was to ruin my freaking life.
Okay, that’s a smidge dramatic, but hear me out.
My new neighbor might as well plant an “unavailable” sign in his front yard.
He’s got biceps made for pulling swooning maidens out of danger, eyes built for melting glaciers (and panties), and a smile that makes my knees want to buckle.
But he’s grumpy, stubborn, divorced with two kids, and he’s only in town for three months.
It’s pretty obvious I need to stay far, far away.
But then he kisses me.
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ONCE UPON A BET: SNEAK PEAK (GREYSON)
The two little people behind me giggled while we waited in line. I knew exactly what that giggle meant but pretended I didn’t. Rule number one of being a fun dad was playing along. It was honestly pretty easy to keep kids happy if you just stuck to that simple rule. Unfortunately, keeping my ex-wife happy hadn’t been nearly as simple.
I showed no sign of hearing the giggling. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked around, just admiring the dinky little small town general store. That was me–the totally unsuspecting dad. Just the old guy taking a nostalgic look around his former stomping grounds. There wasn’t a clue in my mind that my little angels were scheming behind me.
“You’ve got to,” one of the small voices whispered. That one was Billy, my nine-year-old.
“We’re gonna get in trouble.” That slightly lisping, raspy voice was Molly, my six-year-old.
I whistled with no particular tune, letting them know I still had no idea.
I wasn’t exactly in the mood to play games, but I knew this was hard on them. I’d just uprooted them from our lives in D.C. so we could come to the middle of nowhere town of Fairhope, Colorado. It was temporary, but three months might as well be an eternity for little kids. They wouldn’t be seeing their mom–my ex-wife, Katie–for two weeks, either.
It would’ve been easier to let them stay with her until I got settled in here, but it worked out for Katie to let me have them, and I never passed up time with the kids when I could get it. I may have never been meant to be a good husband, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be a good dad. A damn good one, in fact.