Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Actually, I’m going to come down on Thursday. I want to get on the ice Friday,” Evan says, then looks at Zara. “Beautiful, can we go down on Thursday?”
“I guess,” she says. “Okay, I have to go now as I have to up my planning.”
“Take care,” I tell them. “See you Thursday.”
“Family dinner Friday night!” Evan yells, and I nod my head right before they disconnect.
“Okay, are you two almost done with the mess?” I look over at them, and Dylan points at his pile of clothes.
“Can you help me carry them to my room?” he asks, and I nod my head, but I stop in front of Caroline first and give her a small kiss, then surprise her with another kiss.
“Why don’t you get changed to go to the pool, and we can head down?” I ask, and she just nods her head.
“I’m going to finish folding the clothes first,” she says and then looks at me. “I don’t know what to do with all these clothes.”
“Wear them,” Dylan says as if it’s a no-brainer.
“She bought me two cocktail dresses,” she says, picking one up that is white. “And high heels.” She picks up the white strappy heels that go with the dress. “I’ve never worn high heels.”
“Well, you can wear it Saturday,” I say, and she looks at me with her mouth open. “Let’s get these clothes put away so we can hit the pool.”
“Smooth,” she says, putting the dress and the heels aside. “How did she know my size?”
“She’s a magician when it comes to this stuff.” I wink at her and take a pile of clothes to the spare bedroom. “Let’s put this in the drawers,” I say, opening the first two and then Caroline walks in the room with her clothes.
“What are you doing?” she asks me and Dylan, confused.
“I’m putting away my clothes so I can go in the pool,” Dylan answers her. I want to laugh, but I try not to.
“But why here?” She looks at me.
“You can put your stuff with mine.” I motion with my head. “There are some empty drawers.”
“But that’s …” she starts to say.
“Mom, can we go to the pool?” Dylan asks, and I have to say I owe him one.
“Yeah, go get changed so we can go to the pool,” I say, and she puts the clothes on the bed and turns to walk out of the room. I finish with Dylan and hand him his blue swimming trunks, and he runs to change. I grab her clothes from the bed, trying to scoop them all up in my arms but dropping a couple of pieces on the way to my bedroom. I walk in and dump them all on the bed, knowing they all have to be fixed now. I’m picking up one when the door opens, and she walks out and I have to sit down.
“I think she got this one right,” Caroline says. I look at her, and there are no words coming out of my mouth.
She stands there in a bikini. “That’s going back,” I say, and she laughs. It’s a green color, and the top molds her breasts, and I see the string holding up the two triangles that look a bit too small for her tits. “Or maybe it’s perfect for later, but it’s not okay to go to the pool.”
“What?” she asks, looking down at herself. “It’s perfect.” She adjusts one of the triangles, but there isn’t that much more material.
“I’m ready.” Dylan comes running into the room showing off his blue shorts. “Do we have to bring towels?”
“Um, no,” I say, putting my hand on my knee. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” Caroline laughs.
“Go get changed,” she says, and I look at the bikini bottom, and I swear it’s too small. If she goes into the water, it might ride up. Her long legs look even longer. She turns around, and I jump off the bed, taking off my shirt and wrapping it around her. “What are you doing?” she asks, confused.
“You’re naked,” I say, turning to see if Dylan saw her.
“I’m not naked. It’s cheeky.” She laughs. “At least that is what was written on the tag.”
“It’s called not in this fucking lifetime,” I say. “Put on shorts.”
“I’m not putting on shorts, Justin,” she says, trying to push me away laughing. “Go get changed. Dylan is waiting, and I think he looks like he is going to cry.” I drop my hands in fear that he’s crying and turn to look at him as he stands there unamused by whatever is going on with us.
“Can we go?” he says. “Please.”
“Go change,” she says and then she spots the clothes on the bed. “What are those doing here?”
“I’m helping you put away your stuff,” I say. “I have to go change,” I say, walking into the closet and grabbing my blue shorts. I walk to the bathroom to change, and when I come out, the clothes are gone. “Caroline,” I call her name, and I see them both on the couch waiting for me, but she at least put on a cover-up. Her hair is almost now braided on the side.