Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
She picks up the donut and holds it in her hand. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
I shrug. “I remember everything about you.”
She takes a deep breath, and her breasts rise and fall.
Alexis laughs, unaware of the sexual undertones. “Mom has a sweet addiction.”
We all laugh, and Abby takes a bite. She moans as the flavor hits her tongue, and I can’t take my eyes off her satisfied face. When she swallows, she’s looking at me, and there’s no holding back. “I’m finding that I have an addiction to sweet things too.”
The electricity between us is palpable. She knows exactly what I’m addicted to, and I can’t wait to have her again.
CHAPTER 19
ABBY
My mom knows.
It’s Sunday, and tonight is dinner at my parents’ house. Alexis, Davis, and I all came over together and we’re all starving, not having eaten since the donuts earlier today.
My parents didn’t say a word when we all showed up together. They still haven’t said anything, but my mom knows something is up. I can tell by the way she keeps staring at me.
My dad and Davis have talked through the whole meal while I try to focus on Alexis, avoiding my mom’s knowing gaze.
“So how’s rehab going?” Dad asks.
Davis clears his throat. “Good, really good, in fact. Walker is doing amazing things at the rehab center.”
“What’re your plans when you’re done, son? You staying in Whiskey Run, or you leaving again?”
I sit perfectly still, waiting for Davis’ answer.
“Well, actually, I talked to Walker this week about the job he offered me. It would be full-time.”
I can’t keep quiet any longer. “What kind of job? Will you be going on missions?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not able to do any more missions. My condition is a liability. He offered me a job at the center and the compound next door. I would be the head of security.”
I can hear the pride in his voice as he talks to my dad about the job. It sounds as if he plans on staying at Whiskey Run. What does that mean for us?
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him, but I don’t. We make it through dessert, and we’re all in the kitchen cleaning up when my dad asks Davis to help him with something in the garage. They leave, and Alexis asks if she can print out some more homework sheets from her grandma’s computer. After Alexis makes her way into my parents’ home office, I’m left alone with my mom. “Go ahead, say it. I know you’ve been dying to.”
She is wiping down the counter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I laugh and finish putting away the dishes. “Okay.”
It takes her all of ten seconds before she’s across the kitchen, standing next to me. “Okay, fine. Spill it. What’s going on?”
I look at her wide-eyed, trying my hand at innocence. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Abby Jean Campbell, you better talk to your mother.”
I lean against the counter and cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want to talk about?”
She puts one hand on her hip and juts it out. “I want to know why when you showed up here, you were practically glowing. I haven’t missed all the little looks and little secret smiles you two have been giving each other all night. Now if you don’t want to tell me just yet, that’s fine. Just say it. But don’t lie to me.”
I take a deep breath, and I know it will feel good to talk to someone about it. I talked to Olivia and Chloe on the phone this morning but didn’t get any sound advice there. They’re both just telling me to enjoy it and have as many orgasms as he’s willing to give. Which is good advice, until I think about my daughter getting attached. “I’m not sure, Mom. We haven’t really talked about it. I don’t know what’s happening between the two of us. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there is obviously attraction there, but before dinner I would have bet money he would be leaving soon, so yeah, I can’t really tell you much.”
“You love him.”
She says it so matter-of-factly, I don’t even try to argue with her. There’s a part of me that has loved Davis for a long time. In the beginning, it was a different kind of love, but now it’s all-consuming, and I’m not sure what to do with it. “Yeah, of course I love him. We all love him.”
She shakes her head and puts her hand on my shoulder. “No, it’s different, Abby. You’re in love with him.”
I could deny it, but I don’t have any reason to. “Yeah, I love him, Mom. And he’s probably going to break my heart.”
“You don’t—” she starts, but she’s cut off when Davis appears in the doorway.