The Boss Project Read Online Vi Keeland

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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
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Tears spilled down her face. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Yes! Yes!”

My heart raced out of control as I took her mouth in a kiss. When it broke, we were both panting. I pushed the ring onto her finger, and she stared at it.

“The stones on either side are from our grandmothers’ engagement rings, given by their one true loves. Greer helped me find your grandmother’s ring, and Kitty couldn’t wait to give you hers.”

“Oh, Merrick, that means the world to me.” She held out her hand. “It’s absolutely stunning.”

“Well, then I guess I got the right one. Because it matches the woman wearing it.”

THE END

(But sometimes life is a circle and leads back to the beginning…)

Back to the Beginning

Merrick

Nineteen years ago

“Hey.” My sister walked into the garage where I was practicing shots on my grandfather’s old pool table. She picked up the five ball I had bent over to shoot. “Grams needs you to take a ride to the market to pick up some sugar.”

“Can you put the ball down?” I said. “I’m playing a damn game.”

She tossed the solid orange ball into the air and caught it. “Don’t you sit in your room playing with your balls enough?”

I snagged the ball the next time she tossed it up. “You’re funny. But looks aren’t everything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Original, kid.”

Kid. My sister Lydia was fifteen, barely two years older than me, but she acted like our age difference was at least a decade. I glanced out the garage window. It had just started drizzling. “Why don’t you go to the store?”

“I just blow dried my hair.”

I shrugged. “So? Wear a hood.”

“If you don’t shut up and go, I’m going to have to call Dave...”

I set the five ball back on the table. “Good. Ask him to bring me a Big Mac. You know that threat stopped working when I was like six, right?”

“Big Macs are McDonald’s, doofus. Not Wendy’s.”

I shrugged and leaned over to take my shot, whacking the ball into the corner pocket. “Grams would’ve come in here to ask me herself if she wanted me to go. I know she asked you, and you’re just trying to pawn it off on me.”

Lydia shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. You have to listen to me because I’m older.”

“I hate to tell you, but that’s not a thing. You don’t get to order me around just because you’re a little older. But while you’re at the store, pick me up some peanut butter. We’re out.”

She scrunched up her nose. “How do you eat that stuff three times a day?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” I walked over to my sister and stood close, looking down at her. I was at least six inches taller already. “Maybe if you ate some, you could grow to be a normal size.”

“I’m five foot one. That is a normal size for a girl.”

I smirked. “If you say so…”

She folded her arms across her chest. “If I go, I’m not getting peanut butter for you. I’m only getting Grams’ sugar.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course. “Fine,” I grumbled. “I’ll go when I clear the table. But only because I want a sandwich.”

A little while later, I rode my bike to the market, all of three blocks away, and picked up sugar and peanut butter. But while I was in the store, the drizzle turned to a full-on downpour. I lifted my bike from under the awning. “Great.”

By the time I made it back to my grandmother’s, I was drenched from head to toe. I pressed the button to open the garage door, but as I did, a flash of long, blond hair streaked across Grams’s friend’s yard next door. I watched through the downpour as a girl slid across the wet grass and raced up the ladder to the treehouse in the back. On the fourth rung, she slipped and lost her grip, and landed flat on her ass on the ground. But she got right back up, looked over her shoulder toward the house, and began climbing again. The second time she made it almost to the top before her foot slipped. Somehow she kicked the ladder out from under her while trying to grab it with her legs. I thought she was going down with it, but she grabbed the treehouse and now dangled from it.

“Shit.”

I raced over to Milly’s yard. Rain pelted me in the face as I hurdled the little white picket fence and lifted the ladder from the grass, hoisting it back up next to the girl. She hooked her legs around it and managed to get herself back on. As soon as she was steady enough to climb again, she bolted up the last few rungs and into the treehouse, slamming the door behind her.



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