Backup Plan Read online Emily Goodwin (Boys of Silver Ridge #1)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Silver Ridge Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“You’re not joining us?” Wendy brushes her blonde hair back off her neck.

“No, I’m not going to crash your date. And I have work to do.”

“Ohhhh, and maybe later you’ll tell me spoilers! You’re not going to kill Marcus, are you? That cliffhanger was cruel, lady!”

I laugh. “Oh, I know. I drank my coffee out of that tears of my reader’s mug every morning while writing that book.”

“Fitting,” Wendy chuckles. “But really, Marcus is going to be okay, right?”

“I don’t know. The demon hunters do have him cornered.”

“Enough shop-talk,” Dad says and picks up Balloon. He puts the little dog in my arms and opens the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulling out a card and a small box wrapped in pretty purple paper. It’s not a ring, I know that for sure. Both Dad and Wendy said they weren’t sure if they ever wanted to get married again, but here they are celebrating yet another anniversary. And I know for a fact Wendy spends most of her time here at this house with Dad. They’ve talked before about having her move in officially and then rent out her house for extra income, enabling them both to retire earlier than they planned.

I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone you love more than anything, who loves you right back. And I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have that person taken away from you. I really like Wendy, and Mom totally approves of her, as she told me in another dream. She’s the opposite of my mother, who was creative and free-spirited. Wendy’s a paralegal at Silver Ridge’s only law office. She’s worked the same job her whole adult life, has short, blonde hair, loves routines, and owns more cleaning products than the cleaning company who cleans my house every week.

But she’s fun and caring and makes Dad happy, which is all that matters. We get along well, and she’s one of my biggest fans, raving about my books to anyone who’ll listen.

“For me?” Wendy asks, blue eyes widening when she sees the card and present in my father’s hands.

“You have to wait until after dinner. And after you give me my gift,” Dad says with a wink.

Wendy rolls her eyes again and loops her arm through Dad’s. “I’ll see you in the morning, then, dear. And know I’m here to brainstorm ideas if you need someone.”

“Taking one for the team, I see.” Dad steps forward, tugging Wendy with him. “Enjoy your tofu and chia seed pizza.”

“Bye, Dad.”

I follow them to the front, locking the door behind them once they leave. “Want to share a pizza with me?” I ask Balloon, setting him on the ground. Going back into the kitchen, I pour the remaining Merlot into a glass and look up Silver Ridge Pizza’s number.

“Yes,” I say to myself when I see an option to order online so I won’t have to call and talk to anyone. It’ll be about half an hour for the pizza to get here. Taking the glass of Merlot with me, I go onto the screened-in porch, where I left my laptop and notebook. I know what I want to happen in this next book, and no, I’m not killing my vampire Marcus. Charles would kill me if I killed him off in the books, though I’m sure the showrunners would keep him in. The show follows the book pretty well, with some original storylines set up for some side characters, giving them more screen time than I’d written in for them.

Breaking my self-imposed rule of avoiding social media this trip so I can focus on my book, I go to Instagram and reply to a few comments and messages. I do my best to interact with fans because it honestly still blows my fucking mind I have fans.

Then I fall down the Free Britney rabbit hole until the doorbell rings. My stomach grumbles at the thought of pizza, and I don’t even bother with a plate. I take the entire box back to the screened-in porch, shoving a piece in my mouth.

“This is so good,” I tell Balloon, picking off a pepperoni and tossing it to him. He gets gassy if he gets too much people food, but he sleeps with Dad and Wendy, not me.

There’s a ceiling fan out here on the porch, and when the weather is a little cooler and you crank that thing on high, it’s really pleasant out here. But with a warm, sticky breeze coming in from the lake, it’s hot no matter how hard that little fan spins. I suffer through the heat so I can eat two more pieces of pizza, slowly sipping the rest of the Merlot. I look out at the water as I eat, doing my best not to think of anything, which really just reminds me how talkative my damn brain is.


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