Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I felt a little guilty that one of our kids had developed the same kind of anxiety I did. But I was so happy to have the tools to help him overcome it so it didn’t take over his whole life.
“Mom!” our daughter said when we walked into Teddy’s mansion.
“What’s up?”
“Do you see this?” she asked, waving toward a plant in the corner. “That thing is worth twenty grand.”
“I know. I was the one to sell it to Teddy.”
I was a little stunned when the check cleared and went into my account.
“Can I take a clipping?” she asked. “Just here at the first node? He won’t even see it.”
I shared a look with Kylo.
Our little carefree rebel.
I had a feeling that, someday, she might be living in the clubhouse, riding a bike, and giving me something to be anxious about every night.
“Go ahead,” Kylo said.
She whipped a pair of scissors out of her bag, snipped the plant at a perfect angle, then stuck it in a cleaned-out soda bottle with some water.
She might have been more her dad, but there was a hint of me in her. And not just her hair.
Much to my parents’ delight, though, our son had ambitions they approved of. He’d been in all the clubs in school. He got great grades. He was attending an Ivy League. He had dreams of a corner office and a plush investment portfolio. Teddy was his idol, and he was doing everything it took to become just like him.
Eventually, the kids decided they wanted to hang out with friends in Miami, leaving the two of us alone in a giant, sprawling mansion.
“Come with me,” Kylo said, reaching for my hand and pulling me outside.
He lowered onto an outdoor lounge and pulled me with him.
“It’s interesting to be back here,” he said as his arms went around me. “Feels really full circle.”
“The only thing that would make it—” I started, only to trail off when the sprinklers came on, blasting us with cold water, and making us run for the cabanas.
“You planned that,” I said, small-eyeing him.
Kylo shot me a guilty look.
“I might have bribed John to set them off before he left.”
“You know,” I said, glancing around the yard, the sand and sea beyond it. The perfect privacy. “I have one more item on my bucket list.” I told him, pushing him against the wall.
“Oh, yeah?” Kylo asked, a smirk toying with his lips. “What’s that?”
I shot him a wicked smile, then stripped out of my clothes.
Over all the years, Kylo had methodically ticked off every item on my list.
And I just kept adding new ones.
But now, all of them involved him.
Because somewhere along the way, the list stopped being about what I wanted to do and became about who I wanted to do life with.
And it would always, always be Kylo.