Breaking Autumn: A Bad Boy Stuntman Romance by Jackson Kane

Author:Jackson Kane [Kane, Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Autumn

“Hello?” I called out; stumbling in a clumsy rush down the stairs in what I hoped was at least most of my exercise gear. I was still groggy and disoriented from my alarm not going off. Eight AM! I was mortified. How the hell had I slept in for so long? The thought of Dante waiting, cross-armed and glowering at my lateness quickened my steps. I could only imagine the kind of horrific workout I'd have to do to make up for lost time!

Blasting through the kitchen, I was already apologizing when I opened the patio door. “I don't know how that happened. I always set the—”

Empty.

I looked around to be sure, but Dante was nowhere to be found.

“Huh.” I went back inside. The undisturbed room was sleepier than as I was. Dust motes in the air did agitated spirals in the yellow beams that cut across the kitchen from the yawning morning sun. By now I’d have just lost yet another round of The Game. I was so close to hitting him last night that the frustration of it even made it into my dream.

Quietness had become unnerving to me. It made me feel late for something. Nearly two weeks of structured, rigid routine made the Pavlovian dog in me uneasy at the change. I crept across the floor, scanning the rest of the room like I was Indiana Jones warily sniffing out traps in some forgotten crypt.

The only sign that anything had changed since last night was a folded card on the bar.

“Take the day off,” read the card. “No training until tomorrow. Your breakfast is in the fridge.” I turned the card over, agonizing over every word.

A whole day off?

I wasn’t buying it. This had to be some crazy test. With my thumb and forefinger on my earring stud I lingered around the adjacent room’s small breakfast table, listening intently for...something.

I ate the food that was prepared for me just in case. It felt like a crime heating the omelet and asparagus in the microwave, but it was a testament to the amazing cooking prowess of whoever made it that it still tasted amazing. After I finished up, it became painfully obvious that Dante wasn't going to spring out of one of the cabinets. Regardless I called out his name once more. Again, nothing.

Huh. Maybe this wasn’t a test. And here I figured he thought yesterday’s fittings and table read was a day off and he would train me extra hard today to make up for it.

Apparently not.

Ok. I had a full day off apparently. I was thousands of miles from any kind of familiarity, in a strange new place that also happened to be the heart of the entertainment capital of the world; what was I going to do with myself?

It was no contest. I did something I’d wanted to do for weeks; I went upstairs and crawled back into bed for a few more hours of sleep. I woke up later at a much more civilized hour in the early afternoon.

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