Desperate to Touch (Hard to Love Book 2) by W. Winters & Willow Winters

Author:W. Winters & Willow Winters [Winters, W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-07T18:30:00+00:00

I’m drained as I get to my loft and sag against the door. There’s not an ounce of me left to keep me upright. My keys jangle as I toss them on the counter.

I’m torn when it comes to Officer Walsh. What I read about him and what I saw tonight are at odds, painting contrasting mind pictures. I don’t know what to think about the man, but I can’t get what he said out of my head.

I find myself slipping into old habits, inserting myself between the business of powerful men with unjust causes just as easily as I sulk to my living room to gaze at the bouquet.

Some nights I’m numb from work. It’s a brutal reality to be submerged in. That’s why I told Seth I want to stay at my place after long shifts. He agreed. Nearly everything I suggested, he agreed with this morning. Technically, yesterday morning.

I sag into my sofa and then kick off my sneakers, one by one without untying them. Tonight, this exhaustion isn’t from work. It’s because I’m questioning my own ability to think straight.

How did I get to this point in my life where I constantly question my sanity and my judgment? When did it get this bad?

A knock at the door sounds, as if answering the question. The large black hands on the clock on the wall read 1:47. I’m hesitant to rise, but almost certain it’s Seth.

There’s no one else who should be here. For a moment, I question if I should get a knife. I don’t have a gun and as the doorknob rattles I curse myself for that.

“Laura,” Seth calls out before the door is cracked open and I let out a strangled breath. Thank fuck.

“Way to give me a fucking heart attack,” I reprimand him although I don’t have the energy to speak loud enough for him to hear me.

I’m still inwardly calming myself when Seth comes into view, closing the door behind him.

“I made myself a key,” he comments, holding up the shiny silver piece in his hand and then letting it fall, clanging with the other keys on the ring. It takes me a minute to respond. I’m too caught up in how he’s dressed. There’s no suit today, only faded jeans and a black t-shirt. Simple and yet everything I remember. Running his hand over the back of his head, he ruffles his hair before tossing the keys down on the counter… right next to mine.

The memories come back. Memories of how we used to do just that and it never felt wrong or off or confusing. Not like it does now.

“Of course you made yourself a key… I’d ask how, but…” I leave the thought unfinished and lean back into the sofa, gathering the throw blanket to pull over myself.

“You look good,” I tell him offhandedly. Seth looks down at himself and then back at me. I cut him off before he can say a damn word. “I look like hell because that’s how I feel.

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