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Publication Date: June 21, 2016
What do you do when your boyfriend of five years is sleeping with your best friend and you’re in a dead-end job, breaking your back for mere pennies? I’ll tell you what I did. I did the one thing I’ve been dreading for the last thirteen years, I finally went home. I needed to get back on my feet and I needed my Grams. As much as I wanted to pretend life was working for me, it wasn’t.
The problem with home though is that everywhere I turn, her ghosts were haunting me.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, just like her, just like my momma.
I wanted to pretend that crazy didn’t exist, but it was all around me, trying to do its best to pull me under.
There’s one problem with that, Keenan Rys. He’s determined not to let it. And I’m determined to keep him away.
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“Where did you sleep?”
He looked embarrassed. “You fell asleep, so I went upstairs and grabbed a blanket to cover you. I was going to leave, but after I put the blanket on you, you mumbled for me to stay.” He shrugged then continued, “So, I locked up the house and sat back down on the couch. You curled up next to me, and I couldn’t help it. I dozed off.”
I blinked. He slept here with me on this tiny couch. That was sweet. “That had to be uncomfortable.”
He grinned at me and took a sip of his coffee. I watched as his Adam’s apple gulped down the liquid. I stopped breathing and then I realized I was holding my breath.
“Is there more?” I gestured to his coffee.
“Yeah,” he watched me and a smile danced in his eyes.
I stood up to head to the kitchen, shoving the blanket aside and that’s when I noticed the pair of jeans around one of my ankles. I scrunched my eyebrows. “Why are my pants off?”
Rys raised his brows, “Don’t ask me, you’re the one who took them off. You were mumbling about being hot. Do you know you talk in your sleep?”
“Shoot, shoot, shoot!” I’d been told I was a lousy person to sleep with, but Bradley was a deep sleeper, nothing ever woke him up. “What did I say?” I put my hand over my face and peeked through my fingers in embarrassment. “Was it bad?” I walked towards the kitchen, still covering my face. I chanced a glance at him and he was openly laughing at me, his chest moving up and down with the low chuckle.
“Nothing, I didn’t enjoy hearing.” His voice had a lightness to it that made my heart beat faster.
Oh, God. What did that mean?
“Maple,” he said between laughs.
“Yeah?” I asked mortified.
“Since we’re “just friends” and all, you might want to pull your pants up. Not that I’m not enjoying the view.”
“Oh, God!” I said, embarrassment flashed across my face. My cheeks were no doubt blazing red. I needed to hide. I turned to dash back to the couch and under the comfort of the blanket, but in doing so my foot caught on the pant leg and I was falling. The floor approached at rapid speed.
“Whoa, there!” Strong arms wrapped around my waist pulling me back up and into him, saving me from utter disaster. Warm coffee sloshed on the back of my leg, but I didn’t care because I was pressed up against him. His hard body was up against mine and my hand, with a mind of its own, was touching his chest. My heart rate accelerated. He held me in his arms last night, but somehow being pressed into him right then, felt like the first time any man had held me in his arms. It felt powerful. I could feel his heart beating and with each thump, I felt stronger; bolder. He set his coffee down behind him on the table and then returned his arm around me. I could feel his jeans against my legs, and I suddenly wished it was his skin I felt. It was a second, maybe two, that I just stayed immobile in his arms, feeling him against me. He inched a tad closer and an almost inaudible gasp left my lips. He heard it, though. His eyes darkened and I swore I saw a look of lust. My breasts swelled and I stared up at him, wondering what he would do. Would he kiss me?
Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?