Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Yup. Got a little bustier top on another set of needles. Can’t wait for Nat to model it.” He gives Nat a look so lascivious it makes her blush, and an expression of envy falls over Luna’s face.
“I can buy a set for you,” I interject.
“It’s not the same.” This comes from Nat. She pets Dylan’s hair. “Dylan does all this work for me. It’s so sweet and sexy.”
When my Harvard-educated friend told me he was giving up his law practice to open a yarn store with his mom, I thought he was crazy, but I supported him. Now I see that I’m the idiot as Luna looks ready to melt into the sofa cushions with delight.
“There’s space over here.” I point to the empty sofa that is across from the one that Dylan planted his ass in. The decorator set it up so there are two long sofas that face each other with a massive fireplace on one end and a bar on the other. Nat giggles into her hand and gives Luna a little push. Why does Luna need a push? I frown.
“You guys a couple now, or is this just for show cause you wanna get back at Michael because he’s a prick?” Nat asks as Luna reluctantly extracts herself from Dylan’s side to cross over to the other sofa. As she takes a seat, I plant my hand behind her shoulders, my fingers curling into the back of the seat cushions.
“This is a real deal. You should know that these things happen in a blink of an eye. When you know, you know. Right?” I direct this toward Luna, who opens her mouth and then shuts it. She looks at her girlfriend and then at me before nodding slowly. It’s a sequence that does not give me confidence, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the others, either. Nat starts to say something, but Luna, sensing that her friend is about to try to whisk her away—try being the operative word here because I’m not letting Luna go—cuts her off.
“He actually swept me off my feet. Literally, we were running away from his guards, and I was lagging behind. He lifted me into his arms, which was very movie-style swoon-worthy. He also stood up for me in front of Michael, and yes, it’s all very fast and a little confusing, but I’m here because I want to be.” She hops to her feet. “Graham ordered a bunch of stuff for me. Let’s go upstairs and open all the boxes.” She grabs Nat’s hand and rushes the lawyer out of the room.
“Nat’s going to need some convincing,” Dylan says once the girls are gone.
“You think?” Luna, too, if I’m being honest. One exposure to the outside world via her friend and she’s already thinking she’s made a mistake.
”What are you going to do?”
“What else? Close the deal.” I’m not a billionaire for nothing. Convincing people that my way is the right way is what I excel at. Luna will be no exception.
Chapter Twelve
LUNA
“Are these all for you?” Nat asks, staring at the pile of boxes. They are a bit overwhelming.
“I asked for some nail polish.”
Nat snorts a laugh. “This is bigger than the pile you burned in front of Michael’s place.”
I don’t necessarily regret doing what I did because Michael deserved it, but I do hate that I allowed my emotions to get the better of me.
“Yeah.” I chew on my bottom lip. I’m not sure what to make of this. “I think Graham is trying to cheer me up.”
“He’s sweet on you.”
“For now,” I admit. He had kissed me. A kiss that I can still feel lingering on my lips.
“For now?” Nat shifts on her feet to face me. I know she’s doing her lawyer thing and trying to assess me. I’m not mad about it. I could use some insight on myself right now. I’m all over the place. The life I convinced myself I needed doesn’t seem like a life at all now. Which sounds absolutely insane.
“Graham can buy anything. I’m sure this doesn’t mean much.”
“Maybe,” Nat agrees. “But let's have a look.” She drops to her knees, grabs one of the boxes, and starts to open it.
“And what's inside the boxes will change your mind about that?”
“Sure, it might have been a drop in the bucket, to him at least, but let’s see the thought he put into them. As someone who charges by the hour, I can attest to the value of time and the importance of putting real thought into it.”
Nat has a point, but she normally does. She’s been on me from the second I agreed to marry Michael. She was never a fan of his, but I always chalked it up to them not really knowing each other.
Michael could have his moments, but I think the man is rather good with charm when he needs to be. He can really turn it off and on. He was adept at reading me. That much was clear from the breakup and the blows he'd thrown my way. He’d known where to hit to make it hurt.