Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Hey,” he greets, walking into the room, holding Jefferson in his arms, cuddled like a baby. The minute he gets to the couch, he drops her on her blanket.
“Hey.” I watch him walk around the desk and come to me, bending and kissing me on the lips—one, twice, three times. “How was your day?”
“Good.” He takes off his baseball hat and tosses it in one of the chairs in front of my desk. The chair also has the hat he was wearing two days ago still sitting in it. “How are you doing? Are you packed?”
“Almost.” I lean forward on my desk. “I have a couple of things to throw in there and then I’ll be good to go.” I look at him and he flops down in one of the chairs. “You have yet to pack,” I remind him.
“I don’t pack to go to Arizona,” he tells me, “so I just have to pack for Turks.”
“You don’t take any stuff from here to Arizona?” I ask him and he shakes his head. After Turks, we are going straight to Arizona.
“I have all my stuff there. Whatever you take there this time should just stay there. Or don’t take anything and just go shopping once you get there.”
“Oh, just like that? Get a new wardrobe,” I say as if it’s nothing.
“Um yeah.” He nods. “Take Kylie with you. She knows where my card is.” Kylie is also going to be coming to Arizona with us for a couple of weeks, at least after the vacation.
“I’m not spending your money,” I huff out, getting up and walking around the desk, and he opens his arms for me to sit on his lap. “It’s enough you won’t let me pay for rent or anything in this house.”
“Lexi,” he mumbles my name as I wrap my arm around his neck and cuddle closer into him. “I want to be the one who takes care of you. We know that you can take care of yourself. You’ve proved that, but with this, I’m taking care of you.” He gets up with me in his arms. “Now come with me and pack.” He carries me to our bedroom that I’ve added stuff to. Next to my side of the bed is a picture of us from my divorce party, and on his side of the bed, he's opted with a picture of just me from that night. I’m looking directly at the camera, a champagne glass in my hand and a huge smile on my face. My other hand is pointed at the camera, the smile on my face goes from ear to ear. Then behind that one is the picture of me in the stands at a game, standing with his jersey on, celebrating one of his goals. The last picture on his table is of me and Jefferson.
“How long are we going to be in Turks?” he asks me, setting me on my feet. “Two weeks, right?”
“Yes,” I reply, walking over to his closet and picking out six T-shirts. “The house has a washing machine.”
“It does.” He comes over and grabs a handful more, not even counting as he dumps them on one side of the open suitcase that he set up while I was choosing the ones I wanted. “But we’re on vacation.”
“Do you know how much laundry we are going to have if you don’t wash for fourteen days?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head, going to one of the drawers that holds his shorts. “But I know I will have nothing but time and a good dry cleaner who can wash them for me once we get back.”
I roll my eyes. “Kirby, seriously,” I chide and he looks at me like I have two heads.
“Baby, you have your work to keep you busy and I have a couple of golf games to play. I have off-ice training and a couple on-ice training sessions, but usually it’s very relaxed during the summer,” he scoffs. “Ask Kylie.”
“I’m so happy she’s coming with us,” I mention, grabbing a couple of linen shirts for him. “She’s going to have such a good time.” I grab two pairs of dress pants. “I’m going to miss her,” I admit to him. “We’ll be gone for almost four months.”
“Lexi,” he says my name, “you know she can come and visit us when she wants.”