Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
He jerks his chin toward the tree line. No words needed.
I disappear into the trees, heartbeat pounding, sun hot on my skin. My body has changed over the years—softer, marked with the silver streaks of motherhood, but under Jack's gaze, I've never felt more beautiful, more wanted.
And behind me, Jack’s organizing our brood.
"Go watch your brother,” he says to our eldest, Jack, Jr. “Daddy's busy for a while. You know the rules, you’re in charge when Daddy’s away dealing with Mommy."
As I wait for him in our special clearing, I think about that day at the river—how close I came to drowning, how fate wrapped around us both like a rope stronger than the one that nearly ended me. I think about the journey from that first desperate day to this moment of perfect contentment.
Jack appears at the edge of the clearing, moving with purpose, eyes locked on mine. Seven years later, and he still looks at me like I'm the answer to every question he never knew to ask.
"Hey, baby girl," he says, voice rough with need as he closes the distance between us.
"Hey, Daddy," I answer, smiling as his arms encircle me, as his hand cradles the subtle curve of our growing daughter.
And I know, with bone-deep certainty, that this—this love, this family, this man—is everything I was always searching for.
Everything I'll ever need. Jack Boone.
Home.