Dangerously Ours (Webs We Weave #3) Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors: , Series: Becca Ritchie
Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
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“…spider climbed up the waterspout,” I sing, doing the hand movements with Winter and Hails. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”

Winter’s favorite part comes next. She stretches her arms in the air. “Out came the sun and dried up all the rain!”

“And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again,” we sing and then clap and holler like it’s the best damn song of this generation.

Don’t let him fool you; Rocky is very happy. We all really, really are, and it becomes even clearer, more vivid, more burrowing when Hailey asks Winter, “How old are you?”

“Two and a…a half!”

My smile hurts.

“Can you tell everyone your name?”

“Winter.” She looks up at her mom, then around at all of us. She proudly picks herself up off the bookstore floor. Hands twiddling, her bright innocent smile bursting. “I’m Winter Thornhall.”

We applaud, and I try to keep the emotion at bay.

But it’s a futile battle when she spins to Hailey and says, “You’re Mommy.” Then she points at Jake. “Daddy!” She rocks on her heels toward my oldest brother. “Uncle No-va.” Her big gray eyes sparkle on Oliver. “Uncle Olly!” She spins around. “Uncle Trev.” She giggles. “Uncle Rocky.” Then her big beautiful eyes are on me. “Auntie Phoebe. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” My voice breaks.

“Don’t be sad, Auntie. Why are you crying?”

I intake a sharp breath. “Your Auntie Phoebe isn’t sad,” I say while Rocky rubs my wet cheeks before I can. Hailey shares my tears, and we smile at each other into a soul-filling, beautiful laugh together before I tell Winter, “I’m so happy you know who we all are.”

The truth still finds a way to overwhelm me, even in the smallest of moments in the quirkiest of towns. I can’t think of a better life than this one we all made together.

Honestly.

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