Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Bathrooms are dangerous.” Anything is possible. “Over eighty percent of accidents at home happen in the bathroom.”
“Been using them for eighteen years with no issues,” she says with a laugh.
“Then you are due to have one. Maybe you should just leave the door open.” That might kill me, but I’ll do what I must. Even if that is watching her naked in the shower with bubbles all over her. Fucking bubbles. They get to coat every inch of her. In time, I remind myself. I’ll get there.
“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.” Kinsley laughs harder. “I don’t know if you’re joking or not.” I don’t say shit because I don’t think it will help. “Go wash my clothes.” She makes a shooing motion with her hand.
I give her one last look before I turn, heading out of my bedroom. I fire off a few texts and then head back down the stairs to the laundry room before making my way to the kitchen. When I enter, my dad is closing the oven. The smell of lasagna fills the room.
“We need to talk.”
Well, shit, that’s never good.
“Kinsley is off the table,” I tell him, making it clear what she means to me. If I’m willing to push back over a girl, it's not a small thing.
“It’s not about the girl. You think I don’t know about her?” Figured he had an idea. There are things I’ve done over the years that he might have caught wind of.
“Then what do you want to talk about?”
“You want to tell me why my security went offline at our warehouse over on Vine?” I knew this would be coming. My dad doesn’t miss a damn thing. Especially when it comes to security.
“I was using it and then other shit came up.”
“Shit you’re going to handle?”
“That’s the plan.”
“I’m trusting you.”
“I know.” Aka: Don’t fuck whatever this is up or you’ll lose some of that trust.
“Good.” He walks around the kitchen island, pulling me in for a hug. “But you know if you need me.”
“I know.”
“The trays are in that cabinet off the kitchen island,” he points out.
“Thanks.” The man is always a few steps ahead.
I grab a tray and start to load it up. Dad pulls out the lasagna, and I dish out a couple of servings, along with making a sandwich. I go ahead and make a couple of extras so they’re ready in the morning for Kinsley’s lunch.
“Oh noes, you’re eating in your room.” Mom’s face falls in disappointment.
“You gotta let them spend time together, sweetness.” Dad drops a kiss on the top of her head. “Nix coming down?” he asks, pulling her into a different conversation and stealing her focus. He’s the only one who can distract her.
I grab the tray, heading upstairs. My plan might not have been as terrible as I thought. Kinsley is in my shower and staying here for the night.
Now I just have to figure out how to get her here permanently. Hopefully that doesn’t involve more dead bodies, but if it does… so be it.
Chapter Fourteen
KINSLEY
Jax’s shirt slides off one shoulder. I pull it back up, but it only drops again. Even with how tall I am, the shirt still drops a little below mid-thigh. You can’t see his boxers that I have on underneath.
As I stare at myself in the mirror with Jax’s clothes on, I really look like his lover. He’s not even my boyfriend. That term doesn’t sound right for Jax, even if we were together. Which, maybe we are? I don’t know. This whole day has been insane but oddly interesting.
When I step out of the bathroom, I see a tray sitting on the table in front of the fireplace. Jax’s room is massive. I bet it’s bigger than some people’s whole apartments in the city.
The house is a whole other level, but after Jax told me about his mom's dreams, I get it. If I had a family of my own, I’d want the same. I know I’ll be different from my own parents. We’re not built the same. If I’d been smarter, maybe it would have been different.
I peek into the closet to see if that's where Jax is. He had to have been back because of the tray. It wasn't there before.
"Holy crap," I whisper when I step into the closet. It's ginormous.
"Kinsley!" Jax shouts my name. I don't get a chance to respond or step back out of the closet before he's filling the doorway. I watch relief flood his handsome features when he sees me standing there.
"I wasn't snooping." I totally was.
"Told you, I don't care if you do." He steps into the closet, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him. His mouth claims mine in another one of his intense kisses. When it breaks, I have to gasp for air.