Until May (Until Her #7) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“We did. Actually, Ken still works for my parents to this day.”

“Did you have a butler too?” I tease, and he grins.

“No, but we had a live-in housekeeper.”

“So your family is really wealthy.”

“They are, but so is yours.”

“Maybe, but we didn’t have a chef or a housekeeper, unless you count me and my sisters, because once we were old enough, we were required to help cook dinner during the week. And every Saturday, our mom made us help her clean the house from top to bottom before we could do anything we actually wanted to do.”

“Would you have wanted a housekeeper and a chef?” he asks, and I think back to when I was growing up. Even if it was sometimes annoying, having responsibilities at home, I know I wouldn’t change it.

“No, hanging around the stove with my mom or my dad was when we used to have some of the best talks, and I have a lot of happy memories from those times. The cleaning, I could have done without, but it still always felt good when it was done, the same way it does now.”

“I can see that,” he says quietly with his expression soft. “So tell me what I can do to help you with dinner.”

“Get us drinks.”

“I can do that.” He drops a quick kiss to my lips and steps back. “What are you having?”

“A cherry seltzer, and I got some beer and soda today.” I watch him go to the fridge. “I wasn’t sure what you like to drink.”

“I’m not picky.” He grabs a can of my seltzer along with one of the bottles of beer I picked up while I was at the store. “Do you want yours in a glass?”

“Yes, please.” I open the cabinet where I keep my glassware and hand him one, then go to the oven and pull out the salmon that is now golden-brown on top with a nice crust. While he pours my drink, I make each of us a plate, then place them both on the island, getting out silverware for the two of us, and carry it around to our stools. “Sorry we have to eat here,” I tell him as I take a seat. “But until I either break down and buy the table I want or figure out how to make it, this is all I have.” I drag the wasabi cream sauce across the counter between our plates, since I know I will want extra, and look at him when he doesn’t respond, finding him watching me with a look I can’t decipher. “What?”

“Until you cooked for me last night, it had been years since I had a home-cooked meal.” He takes a seat next to me and passes me my drink. “I’d appreciate this meal even if we were eating it on the side of the road.”

“Who cooked for you?” I ask, having a feeling that the meal wasn’t prepared by his family’s chef.

“Noah’s mom. It was right after I was chosen to play in London, and she made meatloaf with mashed potatoes and corn, which was always my favorite.”

“Noah. That’s your friend who’s a police officer, right?”

“Yeah.” He grabs his fork and flakes off a bite of salmon with some of the cream sauce. “But he’s more like a brother to me. Growing up, I spent more time at his house than I did at my own, and his mom was the mom I wished I had.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, and his expression turns thoughtful as he chews.

“Fuck, this is good.” He leans in to give me a quick kiss, then answers my question. “In sixth grade, Noah and I became friends when we both tried out for a local travel soccer team and got accepted. When that happened, neither of my parents wanted to drive me all over the state or out of state to play, so I started catching a ride with Noah and his mom. She drove us to every game and stood on the sidelines, cheering the two of us on.” He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “Rebecca was so fucking loud that I could pick out her screams over everyone else in the crowd.” I smile at that. “Our senior year of high school, Noah and I both got accepted into Stanford to play on their team, but Noah ended up turning down the offer, while I accepted.”

“So he stayed here, and you left?” I ask before I take another bite off my plate.

“Yeah.” His expression turns somber. “He said he wanted to stick close to his mom and join the police force.”

“But you don’t think that’s why he didn’t go with you?” I guess.

“His mom didn’t have a lot of money, so him going to a college out of state would’ve been a hit, and I’m sure he knew that and didn’t want to add to the stress his mom was already under, even with a full ride.”



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