Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“She’s a user, Preston. You were the only person who didn’t see it.”
As I drove to Harmony’s house, I thought back through the two years of my relationship with Sherry. It was all nothing but a joke, and that I hadn’t seen it earlier just pissed me the hell off.
Harmony let out a snore that caused me to jump. Chuckling, I pulled up to a giant Victorian house that was marked with her address.
“Holy shit,” I whispered as I remembered Jake telling me to pull down the alley behind the house. There was a parking spot that was Harmony’s even though she’d sold her car. I was impressed she was able to find a place on Comm Avenue that had parking. Cars, parking, and downtown Boston didn’t go hand in hand at all.
Putting my car in park, I peeked over at Harmony. She was sleeping so peacefully, I almost didn’t want to wake her up. For some reason, I was scared to death to carry her into her house.
Chill the hell out, Ward. You’re just bringing her home. That’s it. Nothing more can ever come from this.
Opening up the passenger-side door, I smiled as I pushed a piece of hair behind Harmony’s ear. She smiled as she opened her eyes, and I knew in that moment I was done for.
Yep. I’m totally fucked.
Chapter 7
I’ve Never
Harmony
My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up, but something about the way Preston was looking at me made my insides warm up. He reached in and scooped me up into his arms. He frowned as he kicked his door shut.
“You’re not eating, Harmony,” he whispered as I buried my face in his strong, broad chest. I’d never had anyone take care of me like this and I didn’t want to think for one minute that Preston was only doing this because he felt guilty.
As he walked up to the door with me in his arms, I managed to dig the keys out of my purse. “Preston, I can stand up, honestly. I’m not that drunk.”
“Just open the door, Harmony, and let’s get you inside. It’s cold out.”
It was October and it was unseasonably warm out, so why he said it was cold was beyond me. Giggling, I reached over and pushed the key in and opened the door. Walking into the foyer, Preston shook his head as he looked up the stairs.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Of course it would be a walk-up.”
Climbing up the stairs, Preston stopped at the top and looked for a light. That’s when I realized he had me in his arms yet again.
“I’m in your arms again, Preston.”
Letting out a chuckle, he said, “I know. This is becoming a habit, Ms. Banks.”
Laughing, I was about to say something when Preston took a few steps forward and tripped and yelled out, “Shit! Harmony!”
Spinning around, Preston twisted so that he landed first. I ended up lying on top of him laughing hysterically. Then I realized my body was up against his body and I liked how it felt. Oh boy, did I like how it felt. Pushing off him, I attempted to stand up. “Oh my goodness! Are you okay?”
Lying on the floor, Preston moaned in pain. “What in the hell did I land on?”
Deciding I wanted to have a little bit of fun, I let out a gasp and shouted, “My cat! Are you on my cat?”
Flying up, Preston’s head hit something and he yelled out again. “Shit!”
Managing to get over to the lights, I flipped them on. Laughing so hard, I had tears streaming down my face. This feeling of being tipsy was something new and I wasn’t sure I liked how being drunk made me feel. But I was laughing and I hadn’t really laughed in months.
Oh my. Look how cute he looks spinning around as he looks for a nonexistent cat.
“Did I land on it?”
“On what?” I asked as I fell onto the sofa and kept laughing as Preston kept looking around my place. Oh man. The room is spinning.
“Harmony, have you even unpacked?”
Wiping my tears away, I pointed at Preston. “You should have seen your face when I said you landed on my cat. I don’t even have a cat!” Wrapping my arms around my waist, I attempted to stop laughing.
Sitting down on the chair opposite the sofa, Preston laughed. “I’m glad I amuse you.”
Pulling my knees up, I rested my chin and looked at Preston. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. It felt good.”
Giving me a sexy-as-hell wink, Preston spoke softly. “Good. I’m glad my clumsiness, or your lack of unpacking, rather, caused you to laugh.”
Brushing him off with my hand, I giggled, “Oh, it has nothing to do with my lack of unpacking.”
Turning and pointing to the row of shoeboxes that were lined up at the front door, Preston asked, “How many damn pairs of shoes do you own?”