Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“What about it?” she snaps, furious gaze finally coming back to mine. “Family is complicated and fucked up sometimes but they’re all we have. I just need a little fucking space after the wedding and I’ll be fine.”
“Will you? Family doesn’t just have to be blood, ya know. Some people choose their family. Better family.”
She shakes her head, expelling a huge breath. “That’s so easy for you to say. You were in the military. That’s like, built in family.”
I scoff. “I haven’t been eating MREs and dodging brass for over a decade. All my brothers are in the wind. I gave up on family. Only lately been trying to rebuild somethin’.”
“Oh.” She pauses then, eyes furrowing like she’s really seeing me, right as the car pulls up in front of the hotel. “So you know what it’s like. To be all alone.”
And she’s so fucking gorgeous, sitting there all desolately vulnerable as she clutches her fancy bag like it’s some sort of lifeline, all done up and beautiful in that ridiculous dress that looks like it was made for a woman fifty years older than her.
She’s so fresh to the world it’s an ache in my chest, her asking me about loneliness like it hasn’t been my own haunting ghost since I was just a boy.
“You shouldn’t be lonely,” is all I manage to get out gruffly before shoving open the car door and climbing out.
She joins me on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. I turn to go in, but look back to find her standing, looking wistful as she stares at the Dallas skyline, lit up in the dark.
“It’s so beautiful at night, don’t you think? All the sparkling lights. And knowing each light represents some little life happening.”
I pause and turn back to stand beside her.
“I think maybe lonely people see things other people don’t,” she continues, still staring out at the city lights. “Since we aren’t busy talking all the time. To anyone except ourselves, anyway.” She huffs out a small laugh, then finally turns her face into the light to look up at me.
Fuck. She’s even more beautiful awash in the halo of lights from the hotel awning. I swallow. Hard.
“You’re too young to be so fucking smart.”
That gets a genuine laugh out of her. “That I hear all the time.”
Then she lifts an eyebrow and proves maybe she’s not so grown up after all when she whispers, “Race you to the elevator!”
She takes off into the hotel before I’ve quite comprehended what she said, speeding as quickly as her dress and heels will allow.
I mean, I obviously keep up with her easily, and I can see it annoys her when she looks over her shoulder.
For a while after that, there’s no talking, just her trying to race me in her ridiculous outfit as I easily outpace her. But because I’m a sporting guy, I stay barely a half-step ahead. Enough so that I know it will really get her goat. And it does.
By the time we’re halfway across the hotel lobby, she’s all but sprinting in those heels. I slow down because I don’t want her to break an ankle, but then she starts to all-out run. I see the hotel security go on alert, but the laughter that rings from her throat by the time she gets to the elevators sets them back at ease. Especially when she starts to jump up and down childishly.
“I won! I won!”
“I let you win,” I say when I get up to her. “Otherwise, those security guards were going to execute a level two takedown on me.”
“Awww.” She makes mock-sympathetic eyes at me. “Is somebody a sore loser?”
I tilt my head at her. In her mad-dash flight, the hair that was kept up in its careful pins has come loose. I step forward and yank out several more until her glorious, wild red hair comes tumbling down.
The elevator pings behind her as her eyes hit mine, searching.
We have one of those suspended-in-time moments as our gazes linger.
Oh fuck.
Then, at exactly the same time, I reach to grasp her waist as she throws her arms around my neck.
We walk her backward into the elevator, our lips colliding.
NINETEEN
KIRA
Isaak’s kissing me!
Oh shit, I’m kissing Isaak.
Oh my god, we’re kissing. But then my frantic brain is too distracted because his lips—
An ungodly, high-pitched noise that I’ve never made before in my life comes from my throat, and all I want to do is crawl this man.
His lips are demanding. Forceful, almost. It makes my belly clench. My leg lifts to throw around his waist, but it can’t go far because I’m constrained by this damn dress.
Not for long.
The elevator pings again, and we spring apart.
Isaak breathes hard and I grab his hand, dragging him out of the elevator. He’s too large for me to actually drag anywhere, but he comes along easily enough. I remember belatedly that we were supposed to stop by the front desk to arrange for a new room, but I can’t give a shit right now. One bed works just fine for what my body wants in this moment.