A Promise Of Home (A Lake Howling Novel Book 1) by Wendy Vella

Author:Wendy Vella [Vella, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: contemporary romance
Publisher: Vella Ink
Published: 2015-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

Jake’s first reaction was to go to Branna’s house anyway, and see if they were still there, then shoot them. Of course, he couldn’t do that, but looking at her, huddled and scared in his chair, made anger twist in his gut. The scenarios of what could have happened to her were making him feel sick. Even now, she could be broken and bloody, some man could be…no, don’t go there Jake, she’s here safe with you and he’d make sure she stayed that way. Suddenly, all the reasons why he’d walked away from her the morning after they’d made love had disappeared. He wanted her here in his house, safe from whoever was intent on harming her. He’d wanted to follow her last night, after she left the Howler, but something had stopped him; now, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what.

Her eyes were wide and dry, but he knew she was battling tears. Branna O’Donnell’s composure had deserted her and she was scrambling hard to regain it.

No, I won’t be responsible for you getting hurt; I can’t go through that again. Jake knew that when the shock had passed, Branna would hate herself for saying those words, showing weakness.

He took one of her hands, warming the icy fingers in his. He didn’t want to think about her running along that dark trail through the trees to reach him, or the terror that must have gripped her while he’d been lying warm and safe in his bed.

“I need to get my phone, Rosebud.”

“Okay.”

“Just a few seconds, baby, that’s all and I’ll be back.” He ran a hand over her head before he stood.

“I’m okay, Jake, really.” She nodded, her green eyes huge in her pale face, and he didn’t believe her words; she was far from okay.

Running to the bedroom, Jake found his phone, then pulled a blanket from the bed and ran back. Wrapping the blanket around her body, he then took off her boots and tucked it around her feet. She huddled into it, looking so tiny and vulnerable he swore his heart just sighed.

“It’s all right now.” He kissed her softly, brushing those chilled lips again as he reassured her once more.

“I’m not hurt; it was just a shock.”

“It’s okay to admit you were scared, Rosebud. Okay to cry about something that no sane person wouldn’t feel traumatized about.”

“I don’t like to cry.”

He lowered himself onto the arm of her chair, then called Cubby. Her hand stole into his while he waited, and the gesture was telling. Branna O’Donnell didn’t reach for people, she was insular and contained, but she’d reached for him.

“Cubby, its Jake. Branna’s just run here along the trail because she heard someone in her house and she thinks they were trashing it. Yeah, okay, see you soon.”

“So, why don’t you like crying?” he asked, pocketing his phone.

“Crying doesn’t help anything.”

Jake lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the cold knuckles as he thought about that.

“Sure it does, it’s like releasing the water after a bath, let’s all that excess emotion spill down the drain.

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