Another Brush of Love (The Carnal Exhibitions Book 3) by LW Barefoot

Author:LW Barefoot [Barefoot, LW]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-17T23:00:00+00:00

Harper

My training sessions have become more intense lately. Being back at the plantation and not kicking up sand on the beach feels better and helps keep my feet firm on the ground. More extreme elements of self-defense have been on Brad’s to-do list. I’ve been reluctant to make it to this point.

Tonight, he hands me a knife and I immediately toss it on the ground. I don’t want anything to do with it. He picks it up and places it in my fist, closing his much larger hand around it.

“Take this seriously, Harper.”

“Trust me, I am. I don’t have a good track record with these.”

“You’ll be fine. There’s no dull edge to hurt yourself with.”

“Thanks, asshole,” I throw at him teasingly.

“Do you think you’re the same person you were five years ago?” Brad asks in all seriousness as I throw the knife in the dirt again.

“No. I was a different person then,” I smirk but it’s the truth.

“And what about yesterday? Were you a different person then?” Seth cuts in.

“Absolutely,” I admit.

“Good. Now pick that up and come at me,” Brad grins as he holds up a black foam dummy with silver tape in places.

“What do you mean by come at me?” I ask.

I don’t know if he wants me to try to gut the piece of plastic and rubber resembling a human or pretend like I’m fencing the damn thing.

“Like this,” Seth says as he picks up the knife and approaches Brad holding up the prop.

Seth moves forward. The sharp edge of the knife moves to the vital parts of the human body and the most vulnerable ones.

“Here,” he says as he points the knife against the dummy. “And here.”

Seth’s body becomes the weapon. I’ve never paid this much attention to any lesson in my life. His stealthy blue gaze stays on the prop that doesn’t have a pulse but becomes an extremely real opponent as he strikes. He glances over his shoulder and makes sure I’m listening.

“Harper,” he shouts and throws the knife close to where I stand.

“Really?” I ask in shock, looking at the blade that landed inches away from my foot.

“Just making sure you’re awake,” Seth smiles.

“Not funny,” Brad shakes his head in disapproval.

“She’s got to learn somehow,” Seth counters.

And I do, but I don’t.

I grasp the handle and pull the weapon from the clay soil. The sun shines and glitters off the smooth blade speckled with dirt.

With the knife tucked behind my back, I approach the dummy as I bow like I’m accepting an invitation for a dance. I take the hand of the piece of black plastic. The face becomes the faces of everyone standing in my way. I bow and I play like I deceive.

Seth studies me and Brad releases his hold on the mannequin. I sweep my arm down and grip its throat. It makes me uncomfortable. I instantly truss the thing up against a tree.

Seth gives up on me like I’m a lost cause. Brad walks away, insisting we pick up where we left off tomorrow.

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