Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Brooks, if you’d give me just two minutes to explain—”
“I don’t want an explanation,” he says, his hands fisting at his sides. “I don’t want anything from you. Not anymore. Congratulations on the new restaurant. I’m happy for you, Jules. But you and I won’t be talking. I won’t be popping by for lunch. And if you need to have your car worked on, there’s a garage in Silver Springs.”
“Brooks,” she begins, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t ever say my name again.”
Brooks turns and walks away, and Juliet deflates in front of me.
“I was hoping that would go better,” she murmurs as she wipes a tear from her cheek. “God, he still looks amazing.”
“He’ll be out on the patio,” I tell her. “Maybe try again.”
She looks longingly toward the way that Brooks left. “It’s no use.”
“Maybe you need to be the one to pursue him. To make him feel like you need to talk to him. If you run away now, I can guarantee you there will never be another chance, Jules. Go out to the patio.”
She looks at her cart.
“I’ve got that, and the cart will be here when you’re done.”
Juliet takes a deep breath and then nods. “Thanks, Blake.”
“Good luck.”
Once I’ve set the rest of her meals in the cooler, I move the cart out of the way and order our coffees. I also grab a couple of breakfast burritos and return to the room.
When I walk inside, my girl is still sleeping, and her phone is lighting up like the Fourth of July.
“I smell coffee,” she mutters from under the pillow.
“Your nose is right.” I sit on the side of the bed next to her hip and pass her a cup. “I got you a breakfast burrito, too.”
“Because breakfast is our thing.” She sips her coffee, watching me. “I love that it’s our thing because coffee is life.”
“Your phone is busy.”
She frowns over at it and sees that she has some missed texts and calls.
“Oh shit, Greg.” She snatches her phone up and opens the messages, then breathes a sigh of relief. “Ava and Billie were wondering if I want to do yoga. Which I totally do. But Jesus, if I don’t respond after one text, don’t blow up my phone and give me heart failure.”
She’s tapping fast on her screen, then sets it aside and watches me. “Why do you look perfect in the morning, and I look like a troll who’s about to make you solve a riddle?”
With a laugh, I pull her onto my lap and kiss her. “You always look perfect, sugar.”
“Not even a little. But damn, I slept good last night. What kind of beds are these? I need one.”
“I’ll ask Connor.” We both sip our coffee. “So you’re doing yoga?”
“Yeah. Wanna come? It’s down by the pool in thirty minutes.”
“I could do some yoga.” And I can watch my girl doing some yoga. “Want to find a hiking trail later?”
“Have you even met me? Of course, I do. This is the best vacation ever.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
HARPER
I’m not going to lie. I could get used to this.
We’re sitting on our mats on the patio surrounding the pool, legs crossed and hands pressed together over our chests.
Every breath is full of clean, fresh mountain air. There’s only a light breeze this morning, and the sun is out, so we’re not too cold.
I would do this every chance I could get.
Blake is next to me, and the man killed yoga. It was hard to ignore him in his little black workout shorts and teal tank top. And I know I felt his eyes on me, especially when it was time for downward dog.
He’s a man.
There have to be thirty people out here. I recognize some from book club. Billie’s here with Dani and Skyla, and I know Dani’s sisters, Charlie and Alex. I’m learning the Wild family, but I still feel like I need a map or a family tree.
Ava and Xander even joined us.
It’s been the most relaxing morning I’ve had since I moved home.
Yeah, I’d do this every damn day if I could.
“Namaste,” the instructor says with a smile, and we repeat it back to her before standing and rolling our mats.
I turn to Skyla, who’s behind me. “Skyla, does anyone offer yoga classes in Bitterroot Valley?”
“Of course,” she says. “I offer it at my studio. I’d love to have you join us. I’ll text you the times.”
“Thank you. I’ll be there.”
I glance back to look for Blake, but he’s wandered away. He’s talking to Brooks, who did not do yoga, over by the lodge entrance. It looks like an intense conversation, so I let them have space. Blake’s face is somber, and then he frowns and looks down at the floor, his hands on his hips.
I hope everything’s okay.
“You’re really good at this,” Dani says as she joins me, eyeing the pool. “I, on the other hand, thought I was going to die.”