Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“I want to, though. I can’t stand Montclair, and the thought of you being miserable over him makes me want to drown him in my pool.”
“Giving him ten million dollars isn’t going to make him feel bad.”
“True, which is why I’m going to send my FBI squad after him. He’s got some secrets, and we just need to find out what they are and then we’ll drown him in the pool of his bad choices.”
Her lower lip trembles a bit when she says, “Promise?”
I dip my head to hers and reply, “Promise,” before kissing the hell out of her.
Chapter Ten
LUNA
Graham’s head dips, his mouth capturing mine, surprising me for half a second. Yet I don’t hesitate to kiss him right back. It’s as though my body knows what it wants and is on autopilot. I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss him for days.
His arm wraps around me, pulling me snugly into him as he deepens the kiss. Graham's tongue explores my mouth. A small moan leaves me at the feel of it stroking mine, and the sweet, minty taste mixed with something else I can’t place hits me. Whatever it is, I know it is all Graham, and I want more of it.
“Wow,” I gasp against his mouth. “That—”
Graham silences my words, his mouth taking mine once again. This time with more force and a wilder greediness to it. When we finally break apart, a giggle bubbles free from me. I lick my lips, still feeling his presence there.
“Not sure if it’s good or bad that you’re laughing when I just had the best kiss of my life.”
Best kiss of his life? I doubt that. Not with my lack of a kissing history. “It was a good laugh,” I admit. It’s the first time that a man has made me feel this way in my entire life. Which I know is crazy because it was just one kiss.
It was a giddy laugh, really. A reaction to how eager he’d been to get that second one. You’d think he was worried he’d never get another kiss with me, and he wanted to make sure that it counted.
“I’ll take it as long as you’re smiling.” He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking along my jaw in a soothing manner. That’s what Graham is always trying to do: fix things and be there for me. The same as the kiss, he is always eager to make my life better.
It’s scary, and I’m doing my best not to let myself get sucked into it. People can have a white knight complex. They feel this need to help until reality really sinks in. I’ve been through that a few times with new foster parents when they took on too much.
“To be honest, I don’t think I have smiled this much in a long time.” I tell him the truth. Which is insane because I just found out my fiancé is a giant fraud and likely a cheater. Now he’s suing me for ten million. I should be a mess, but Graham is keeping me together.
“Then we should keep it that way.” His fingers tangle with mine as he leads me back into the house. This place is a dream. Being here has been better than any vacation I have ever been on. It’s going to suck going back to my tiny apartment and thin mattress.
“Graham.” Wadsworth pops up the second we enter through the back patio. I swear the man is everywhere. It really is a superpower of his. Wadsworth gives me a smile. “Your packages arrived, and Mr. Wolfson and a lady are at the gate, but your security won’t let them through.”
“Dylan?” I ask. That is the only Wolfson I know.
“Yes, ma’am.” Wadsworth nods.
“Luna,” I remind him. I think it’s a habit for him to be so formal.
“I’ll call down to security. They probably tried to call me but I blocked them.” Graham pulls out his phone, heading toward the front of the house as he tells them to let his friend through the gate. I have no choice but to go with him. His hand is still holding mine tightly.
There is a giant pile of boxes sitting next to the front door. “You think my nail stuff is in one of these?” I ask when he gets off the phone.
“Likely. I’ll have them all taken to your room.”
“All?”
“Maybe I ordered you some other things,” he says nonchalantly, as though there isn’t a huge pile of boxes.
“Other things?” I gape at him. “There are like thirty boxes here.” He shrugs. “Graham! Have you lost your mind?”
“Nat is with Dylan. They’ll be here in a second.”
“You think I won’t fight with you in front of them?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Good point. You did burn all of Michael’s things in front of his home.” I notice how he never calls him my ex or fiancé.