The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winslow Brothers Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
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“It’s fine.” Tonya grins. “And I just wanted to let you know all the contracts on the Nolita penthouse for the Tomlinsons have been signed, and the closing is set for three weeks from Friday.”

“Perfect. Thanks, Tonya.” Somehow, during my getaway, Daniel managed to find a place Mrs. Tomlinson loved enough to put in an offer. It’s honestly a joy to see him thriving in his position within my company and a relief for me, too.

She starts to head for the door but pauses and flashes a wink in my direction. “By the way, I’d still be in vacation mode too, if I got to take trips with that sweet, handsome-as-hell man of yours.”

And then she’s back out of my office and heading toward her desk. Completely unaware of the word bomb she just dropped at my feet.

Man of yours.

I don’t know what it is about those three words, but they urge a twinge in my chest. They make my head turn all weird and uncomfortable.

I mean, I’d love to say that Remy is my man, but truthfully, I have no idea what we are.

Like…at all.

You’d think, when two people who spend as much time as we have together, who are basically sharing their lives with each other at this point, we’d have at least talked about what it is we’re even doing by now.

But we haven’t.

Maybe there’s a reason it’s never been discussed…

I try like hell to shake off the doubts that come with that line of thinking, but it feels like it takes a Herculean effort. I mean, Remy isn’t exactly Mr. Long-Term Relationship. Hell, he’s had exactly zero long-term relationships since his failed wedding all those years ago.

Not to mention, he’s told me what he thinks about marriage and settling down.

A big, fat No was his exact response.

Instantly, my head and heart start to war with each other. On the one hand, my heart is all You love him. You’ve always loved him. But my brain? Well, she is being incredibly cautious…and skeptical. All you’ve been doing is playing house for the past couple of months with exactly no guarantee of a commitment.

Is that what we’re doing? Playing house?

My chest grows tight at the thought, and I can’t stop myself from thinking about Izzy. Especially the consequences of something like that for Izzy.

This is a little girl who lost her parents before she was even born. It doesn’t seem fair to put her in a situation where she gets attached to a father figure who inevitably won’t stick around.

Actually, it feels pretty fucking cruel.

Surely that’s not what Remy would do, though, right? I mean, he’s a good man. A kind man who has done nothing but be there for me during the most difficult time of my life.

I don’t know why my head is a clusterfuck of landmines, but I decide now isn’t the time to ruminate on all this shit. If anything, I just need to have a conversation with Remy. An actual conversation where we discuss what it is we’re doing, and no matter how scary it might feel, that conversation needs to occur sooner rather than later. That’s for damn sure.

Eventually, I convince myself to focus on the last few items on today’s to-do list, but I only manage two more priority tasks before my cell starts vibrating like crazy on my desk.

I pick it up to find several missed text messages in a group chat with Winnie, Sophie, Daisy, and Rachel.

Winnie: Dinner tonight at my house. 7:30 p.m. Can anyone bring dessert?

Rachel: Oh girl, like you even have to ask. I’ve got the dessert.

Sophie: LOL. The perks of being related to a bakery owner.

Rachel: Damn straight. My sis and Lou will hook us up with all the goods.

Daisy: I’m a fan of this plan. The twins will undoubtedly be fans too.

Winnie: Oh, and tonight we need to start figuring out holiday plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Sophie: Good thinking.

Rachel: Ty keeps saying he wants to spend Christmas at the lake house this year.

The lake house? Man, that brings back memories. It’s been years since I’ve been to Remy’s Uncle Brad and Aunt Paula’s lake house, but I spent many summer weekends and holidays there in my teen years.

Winnie: Ty wants to spend Christmas at the lake house every year because he’s obsessed with Aunt Paula’s cinnamon rolls.

Rachel: Lol. He might’ve mentioned that.

Sophie: Even though Jude would hate to see me defend Ty in any way, he’s not wrong. The lake house is pretty much the perfect place to spend Christmas.

Rachel: Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, Soph. ;)

Sophie: LOL. That’s greatly appreciated.

Winnie: Okay. Then, I guess we can assign Ty the task of convincing Uncle Brad it’s a good idea to host all of us.

Rachel: I’ll let the Professor know about his new assignment.



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