Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Stevie giggles as she pulls her hand from behind her back. “I was hiding this the whole time, and neither of you knew it.”
I huff out a laugh when I catch sight of the white envelope in her hand. “I didn’t have a clue.”
She offers it to me. “You and Auntie Sinclair are cordially invited to our wedding. Please RSVP with a yes right now.”
Sinclair snatches the envelope from Stevie’s hand. “Thank you for this.”
“She couldn’t wait to deliver it,” Berk explains. “I told her we could make the trip down here tomorrow morning, but…”
“But, I wanted you both to have it tonight.” Stevie centers her attention on me. “You’ll wear that nice suit you had on for pizza night, and Auntie Sinclair will wear a pretty blue dress.”
“Jameson might not be able to come to the wedding,” Sinclair says in a rush.
I glance her way, shooting her a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’d be honored to attend the wedding with you, Sin.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Sinclair
Last night was headed in a direction I didn’t expect before it took a hard left turn when my brother and his daughter showed up.
At first, I was frustrated to see Stevie and Berk at the door, but that gave way to joy when I witnessed Stevie’s happiness.
This wedding is everything she wants.
She’s ecstatic that her dad is marrying Astrid. I’m thrilled too. Since Berk’s first wife died, I’ve wanted him to find happiness again, and he’s done just that.
I glance at the sun streaming into my bedroom before I shift my gaze to the person in the bed next to me.
I didn’t reconnect with Jameson last night.
I don’t know if we would have after being interrupted, but when Stevie asked if she could spend the night, I answered immediately.
I can’t say for certain if I agreed to it because I love spending time with her or if I wanted to avoid what might have happened between Jameson and me.
I was fully prepared to jump into his bed last night.
Our kiss spurred that on. I felt helpless under his touch. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted a man, but a part of me is now questioning whether sleeping with him is the right move for me.
I listen to the soft snores of my niece as I get out of bed.
I opted to sleep in a pair of sweats and a red tank top. Stevie slipped into one of my T-shirts before she slid into bed. She was out within seconds, dreaming of things that nine-year-olds dream of.
I couldn’t sleep, and it wasn’t just because I was overdressed. My mind kept returning to the moment when I felt Jameson’s lips on mine.
I quietly gather a change of clothes. Since Dudley is snuggled against Stevie, I have time for a quick shower before taking him for his morning walk.
That plan comes to an abrupt halt when I hear a soft knock at the door.
Memories of what Stevie interrupted last night flood me.
I trek across the room quietly and swing open the door.
I’m not surprised to see Jameson standing there, but I am shocked by what he’s holding.
Did he buy me flowers?
Is this what he considers a we-almost-fucked-last-night bouquet?
I quietly shut the door behind me, motioning for him to walk toward the living room so we don’t wake Stevie.
He sets off in front of me, and try as I might, I can’t keep my gaze off his ass. He’s wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt, but it looks anything but simple on him.
He shoves the bouquet at me as soon as we’re near the coffee table. “These are for you.”
I take it, bringing the multi-colored flowers to my nose for a whiff. “They’re beautiful, Jameson.”
His bare foot taps a beat on the floor. “Who is the guy you went out with last night?”
Shocked by the question, I take a full step back. “What?”
“A guy sent those flowers.” He waves a hand toward the bouquet. “There’s a card there, Sinclair. Open it.”
I glance at the small white envelope tucked between a rose and a daisy. My name is scribbled across it in red ink.
“Where did these come from?”
He lets out a heavy exhale. “They were delivered a few minutes ago. The woman who brought them said the man who ordered them wanted you to have them to start your Sunday off right. They’re from your date last night, aren’t they? He sure as hell was anxious for you to have them since it’s not even nine a.m. yet.”
I look at my wrist, but my watch isn’t there. I took it off before I showered last night.
“How nice of him.” I smile. “I could tell he was a true gentleman. This proves it.”
“A true gentleman?” Jameson repeats my words. “What the hell is that?”
I laugh since I’m enjoying this a bit more than I should. “It’s a man who holds open the car door, waits for his date to be seated before he sits, and kisses her hand at the end of the night.”