Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Nana waves a hand, getting our attention. “I was tryin’ to explain that it’s Griffy’s aura that makes him look like Patrick.”
“His aura?” I stare at her. “Nana, you don’t even know what an aura is.”
“Oh, I certainly do.” She leans in, whispering like she’s revealing state secrets. “It’s the reason I married your grandfather. His aura screamed BDE.”
I frown. “What on earth is BDE?”
Griffin shakes his head immediately. “You don’t want to ask that, darlin’,” he says, while choking on his laughter which keeps trying to take over. He’s enjoying this way too much, damn it.
“Oh yeah?” I huff, tired of watching Griffin enjoying himself at what seems my expense because my grandmother is on his side and not mine. “Well, I did ask her, and I want to know,” I huff, folding my arms and pinning them both with a stare designed to set them both on fire—unfortunately, it doesn’t work. “Nana, tell me what BDE is?”
She grins, eyes twinkling. “Big Dick Energy.”
“Oh my God,” I squeak, feeling mortified. My reaction gets to Griffin as he bursts out laughing, nearly spilling his coffee. I, on the other hand, want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
“Nana!” I squeak. “You can’t say that!”
“Why not? It’s the truth. Your grandfather had it. All I’m sayin’ is that Griffy here does too.”
Griffin wipes at his mouth, still laughing. “Thanks for the compliment, Nana. I haven’t had any complaints at all.”
My grandmother beams at Griffin, acting as if the sun rises and set for him alone. “I bet you haven’t,” Nana flirts, patting his hand a little too much. Meanwhile, I’m debating if a judge will convict me if I choke my own grandmother. Griffin pushes back from the counter and stands, still chuckling. Then he leans down and—without warning—presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I hate to leave, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “But I have to go.” My heart does a full gymnastics routine inside my chest. His voice is all gravel and warmth, and I can feel the ghost of his breath against my skin. “You really shouldn’t be kissing me,” I manage to say, despite feeling short of breath.
He tugs gently at a loose strand of my hair, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You’re so damn cute.”
Nana, unhelpfully, chimes in, “You gonna confirm I read your aura right, Griffy?”
He winks. “Like I said, I haven’t had any complaints.”
“I bet you haven’t,” she says smugly. “I’ll get my Georgie to give me the details soon. You need to get on that. My girl has been sorely neglected by the gentlemen callers in this area.”
“I’ll be working very hard on that—”
“Oh!” Nana cries, clapping her damn hands. “I see what you did there!”
Griffin laughs and I just hold my head down at this point. “Still, there needs to be an understanding that there will be no other men calling for Georgie. Just me.”
I cover my face. “Can we please finish breakfast without any more of this conversation?”
Griffin laughs, pulling me to him. “You just make sure you’re ready for our date tonight, Georgie.”
I gape. “I thought you said you don’t do dates.”
“I don’t,” he admits with a sexy grin. “But I’m willin’ to make an exception for you.”
“I haven’t even agreed to go,” I remind him.
“I know,” he tosses back, “but Nana has already promised she’d have you ready.”
“I did, boy!” Nana calls from the kitchen. Until this moment, I didn’t even realize he was leading me out of the room. What is he doing to me? “Don’t you worry, she’ll be gorgeous!”
I look to the heavens and press my hands together. “Dear Lord, please let all of this just be a horrible nightmare.”
Sadly, The Man Upstairs doesn’t answer. All I hear is Griffin laughing. “Walk me out, Georgie,” he all but orders.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Live dangerously,” he says, smirking.
“I’m in pajamas,” I protest.
“If anyone looks at you,” he says gently, “I’ll kill them.”
“Will you stop being insane.”
He grins that dangerous, teasing grin. “I was serious. You’re mine to hold, touch, kiss, and cherish. You’re my old lady, Georgie. No one else gets to look at you and they definitely don’t get to touch you.”
I stare at him like he’s grown three heads. “Old lady?”
He laughs. “In my world, ‘old lady’ means you’re my woman. It’s not something that is taken lightly. Think of it as a marriage without paperwork.
“You are freaking insane. I’m not your old lady. I barely know you, Griffin.”
“You will. All of that will come in time.” His voice dips lower. “Now kiss me, Georgie, so I can leave.”
My brain screams it’s a bad idea. What is even scarier, though, is that for some reason I really want to kiss him. I should be freaked the hell out and part of me is, but I’m starting to feel like there’s a bigger part that wants this. That wants him.