Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Well, I’m not a mom, so that nickname doesn’t really work. So, you can tell them to stop,” she commands Slider.
“I could but they’d just call you a cougar they want to fu—”
“I think we should probably table this discussion and then bury it,” Beau grumbles.
“I wouldn’t be upset. I mean, it kind of fits. You’re moving in with my dad and that would kind of make you like a guardian over me,” Ty says, and I grin, because I can tell my son is definitely okay with this. I cross my arms and lean against the desk, smiling at Beau’s beautiful-but-beet-red face.
“We’re not moving in—”
“Yeah, we are. Ty and I can move into your place if you don’t want to move into my condo. I’m good with that. Well, as long as you have two bedrooms. My boy needs his own space.”
Her eyes go as wide as saucers. I almost wince watching. That has to be painful. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing out loud. I sense that doing that at this juncture would be very bad.
“Aunt Beau has five bedrooms,” Slider supplies helpfully.
“Perfect. Then, it’s settled,” I purr.
“I don’t … I think … I really …,” Beau sputters.
“Did we come at a bad time?” one of the men asks. Dang, I’d forgotten all about them.
“Parker, I’m sorry. Things are … Well, I’m not sure what’s going on, so for now we’re all just going to ignore it,” Beau tries to explain.
“I’m not going to ignore it. It’s already decided,” I murmur under my breath. She shoots me a look that’s either meant to freeze my balls into ice or incinerate me and send me to hell—I’m really not sure which.
“I see you’ve met Slider and Ty? These are my favorite baseball players in the world. They’re the ones I mentioned to you.”
“I’m Slider. Beau is my aunt,” Slider says turning to the two men.
“I’m Ty. Beau’s moving in with my dad.”
“I’m—”
I reach over and pull her to me before Beau can deny what my son said. “Don’t say anything that’s going to make me kiss you to shut you up, Harper.”
“Now, I’m Harper again?” she snaps.
“If you’d like, I could call you my sugar mama, or better yet, yummy-soon-to-be mummy. That seems like a good nickname.”
“Soon to be mummy?” she squeaks, and I think I see steam coming from her ears.
“Too soon to tell you I want more kids?” I ask mildly, still fighting my smile.
“I hate you,” she hisses.
“No, you don’t. That’s why you’re scared, but you don’t need to be, sweetheart. You’re completely safe.”
She growls at me and as the sound rumbles out of her, my dick gets hard as a rock. I give up the fight and let a full-fledged grin slide into place in response. She flips me off, making everyone in the room laugh. Then, she turns around and says, “Boys, this is Parker Huntington and Green Lucas.”
“Woah! Green Lucas?”
“You know who I am?” Green asks, obviously shocked.
“Sure, you were one of the greats on the field but you’re an even better coach. They say you’re responsible for bringing several big-time players up from the minors. All the players they interview rave about you,” Ty says.
“Most say you’re crazy for turning down the chance to coach big league and stay in the minors instead,” Slider adds.
“Well, sometimes, it’s more important to stay close to home than travel and make more money. I have enough money, but being away from my wife and kids would suck,” Green responds.
“I saw your son on ESPN. They say he’s going to be a star in the league next year,” Ty says.
“Yeah, I think he will—if he doesn’t get too cocky,” Green laughs. “Although my wife is trying to beg him to play for me,” Green laughs.
“Dude, doesn’t she know the pay difference between the big leagues and the minors?” Slider pipes in.
“Hey, sometimes being close to family is more important,” Beau grumbles.
“It’s a lot of money, Aunt Beau.”
“If you remember, I was offered a crap-load to work in Vegas. I turned them down. It was the best decision for me. I mean, I’m not hurting for money, and I have my family around me, too. It’s the best of both worlds.”
“You got a job offer in Vegas?” Ty asks, his gaze skirting over to mine. I frown. Why was he looking at me? He looks almost worried. Somehow my boy seems to have latched onto Beau. I don’t understand it, but I’m not questioning it either. It’s just another sign that whatever this pull is between Beau and me is real and it’s something to hold onto.
“Yeah, Ty. They wanted Aunt Beau to work with that custom auto show in Vegas. The one on television every week that restores all these classic vehicles and does custom paint jobs and interiors on them. Remember, they did that Ferrari 250 GTO? Some guy bought that sucker for like seventy million. If Aunt Beau had taken that job she could buy her own baseball team. Heck, she could buy them all,” Slider brags.