Bones by Alexis Abbott

Author:Alexis Abbott [Abbott, Alexis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathforgers Publishing

Bones

I make my way to my bedroom to get a spare blanket out. I’ve never been the kind of guy who even thought he’d have to prepare for cozy-as-shit nights indoors, but my heart is beating fast at the thought of it with Lauren.

I’ve been living more or less on my own my whole life. When I was a kid, I spent half my nights at someone else’s house, to the point that I felt more at home when I was moving around on my own than when I was sleeping under a roof with four walls around me. Maybe that was how my love for being on the road started. Maybe that was when fate determined I’d be an outlaw as long as I lived. Or maybe, fate had just been holding out for me to meet Lauren.

All this shit is new to me, but it’s good shit. That’s something I can agree on with my past self, who has spent most of this evening kicking up a world class fit at the back of my mind for being all domestic with this girl. But as far as I’m concerned, he can shove his machismo up his ass. I like getting cozy with my girl, I like calling her my girl, and I like that she likes me calling her my girl.

I might be a simple man, but I can feel complicated feelings as well as I can make complicated sentences that make me confuse myself.

But as I thumb through the stack of blankets in my closet, looking for the least scratchy and uncomfortable of the bunch (which is easily a quilt I picked up at a thrift shop one day), my phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance down at it and see a text from Breaker, and somehow, I know it’s trouble before I even unlock the screen and check the message.

Update: Sergeant Brandon is pressing charges against the bar for damages since nobody gave up your name.

“Fucking hell,” I growl at the text, clenching my teeth. I look over at the pillow of my bed, remembering how Lauren had hurled her phone at it when she got the call from the journalist that shook her up so badly the first time. It was tempting to do the same thing now.

I run my hand through my hair and pace the room, thinking for a moment. This is bad. I don’t know how long Mayor Hartley will be willing to give us a pass on the issue. He knows damn well that we can make life hell for him, but it’s one thing when we rattle our sabers over some land developers the city council is courting. It’s another thing for a bar to protect a guy who almost knocked out a “war hero.”

Just thinking that about that fucker being revered as a hero by the locals gets my blood boiling. I know one person who should be seen as a hero, and she’s cooking popcorn in the other room.

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