The Fall of Us – Love in Isolation Read Online Kennedy Fox

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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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I whip off the covers and slide to the edge of the mattress, realizing I'm in my lace pajamas. They barely cover my stomach and legs.

“Is there somewhere you can take me to get a wider view of the farm?” I ask, standing and fixing the bed covers. “I need it for my painting.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, grabbing clothes from his dresser, before spinning around to face me. My eyes are drawn to the tent he’s still sporting, and as soon as he realizes, he covers his groin and turns his back.

I don't even bother holding in my laughter as I go downstairs to get ready. He may hate driving me everywhere, but his body likes me nice and close.

Neither of us speaks as we travel toward the inn. I take a few pictures with my phone though I hope to get some better ones later.

After he opens my door, I'm reminded we're on as a couple. I take his hand, and we go inside.

“Shit,” Finn mutters, brushing his free hand through his hair.

I glance over, assuming he’s referring to Aspen, but it's a woman and man coming toward us.

“Hey!” the girl greets.

“Morning. Didn't expect to see you guys here,” Finn says.

“Came to visit Grams and have breakfast,” the guy tells us.

“Who's this?” The woman smiles at me.

That's my cue.

I release Finn's hand and wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Hi, I'm Oakley.” I hold out my other hand. “The girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” the woman shakes it, then glances at Finn. “When did this happen?”

Finn scratches along his scruffy jawline. “She's the painter, and we're just pretending until Aspen leaves.”

The woman crosses her arms in amusement. “Oh, I can't wait to hear how this happened.” She laughs, then looks at me. “I'm Jessa, Finn's younger but smarter cousin. This is my brother, Silas.”

“Nice to meet you both,” I tell them. “I got roped into this.”

Finn stiffens, and I release my hold on him. “It's a long story. Just run with it for now,” he pleads.

“Alright, I'll play along. But only because I never liked Aspen,” Jessa says.

“Saw the big shiny ring on her finger,” Silas adds. “So I can already guess how this happened.”

I snicker, and Finn glares.

“It's not like that,” he spits out.

Jessa's eyes widen. “Heads-up, she's coming in.”

Finn quickly grabs me and pulls me against his side. Before I can even grasp what's happening, Jessa and Silas burst out laughing.

“Damn, you're way too easy.”

I look over my shoulder and see an older woman and her husband entering.

Finn releases me and his arm drops. “You're gonna pay for that,” he threatens Jessa.

She rolls her eyes with a snarky smirk. “If you get sick of Finn, let me know. Give me your cell, and I'll program my number.”

I pull it from my back pocket and hand it over. Once she's done, I send her a message, so she has mine too.

“Cool, thanks. See you two lovebirds later.” She gives us a little finger wave, and we continue to the buffet.

“Don't hang out with her,” Finn tells me once we're seated with our coffee and food.

“Why not? She seems cool. Silas too. Don't see the family resemblance, though. They have...what's it called...a personality?”

He shoots daggers at me as I grin.

“So I assume they work on the farm too?” I ask, trying to make conversation as we eat.

“Yes, they do. They're my aunt Paisley's kids. Jessa handles most of the PR, marketing, and social media stuff for the orchard. Silas deals with the wholesalers and distributors we sell the fruit to.”

“Sounds like you got stuck with the dirty jobs.”

“I prefer it. I'd never want to work in an office or be forced to deal with people on the phone.”

“Really? I could totally see you as being a people person! Give me your best customer service voice,” I taunt.

“You really love getting on my nerves, don't you?” He stabs his sausage link and pops it into his mouth.

“You're the one walking around with a stick up your ass. Should pull it out so it’s not so easy to rile you up.”

“I'm tempted to let Jessa and Silas deal with you for the rest of the week.”

“You're lying. I know you love talking about the farm and taking me around. Plus, I doubt Jessa or Silas would be as good of a snuggle partner as you.” I grin, then take a sip of my coffee.

“You're the one who scoots to my side of the bed. Maybe if you slept on the couch, like you're supposed to, it wouldn't be an issue.”

“Oh, sorry. Should we make a pillow wall so there are no more…” I lower my eyes to insinuate his morning wood. “Issues?” I muse, noticing the blood vessel on the side of his neck is about to burst.

He scrubs a hand over his cheek, fuming silently as his jaw ticks. “Let's go.”



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