Page 97 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
Fuck, yeah!
Axel
Let’s do this!
I just wanted some advice. I wasn’t looking to get pumped up.
But either way, I was pumped up.
I was going to officially ask my nanny to date me.
twenty-six
. . .
Winnie
I sentmy book off to my editor and blew out a breath. I did it.
Another book in the books. Pun intended.
I sat back and thought about how crazy the last twenty-four hours had been.
An absolute roller coaster.
Things had escalated with Archer and me, and it wasn’t just the physical stuff. Yes, I’d been all in yesterday, and if that phone call hadn’t come through, I’m fairly certain we would have had sex.
And I was completely on board with that.
It didn’t even scare me.
But it was the emotional connection that was so surprising. We talked about everything. I loved the way he was with his daughter. The way he cared so deeply.
Archer Chadwick was everything I never knew I needed.
At a time in my life when I’d made a conscious decision not to need or want anyone.
Melody had seemed back to normal this morning, and I’d told Archer that I wanted to tag along to drop her off at schooltoday. He didn’t argue or tell me it wasn’t necessary. He’d just smiled and nodded.
But I knew it would comfort both of them if I was there.
Justine hadn’t been at school when we dropped Melody off, and Mrs. Groucher hugged Melody so tight that it made my heart squeeze.
I’d grown fond of the grumpy woman over the last few months. I’d surmised that being a school teacher was not an easy job, and most people didn’t understand that and judged unfairly, me included. But I got this woman now, and I’d learned that kindness could go a long way.
She’d softened somewhere along the way, and my guess was that she couldn’t deny how sweet Melody was, so she’d just accepted it.
Archer seemed a little off this morning. He’d been quieter than usual, and he seemed uncomfortable around me when he dropped me off at home on his way to work.
I wasn’t going to read into it.
A lot had happened, and maybe he was just processing everything.
My phone rang, and I saw that it was my agent, Laney.
“Hey, I just sent the book to you and Daisy,” I told her.
Daisy was the editor I worked with at my publisher.
