Dirty Truth (Fighting Dirty Series Book 2) by Glenna Maynard

Author:Glenna Maynard [Maynard, Glenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Watching the dirt be shoveled onto my mother’s coffin chills me to the bone. I have never had someone I love so much die before. I start to sweat, being here right now and seeing how precious and short life really is makes me see now more than ever that I need to tell Brian the truth. I say one more goodbye to Faye. I blow her a kiss and tell her I am about to make things right. I join Brian in his rental car.

“Hey, I need to check in at my hotel and make a few phone calls. I figure we could swing by there before dinner.”

“Sure,” is all I manage to choke out.

My stomach is flip flopping the whole drive. The valet takes Brian’s keys and I follow him into the lobby. I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, walking into this fancy hotel with a handsome, rich man. I know my situation is completely different, but it’s the way I feel. I take a seat by the nearest elevator and steal a moment to send Caroline a text to check on Jace.

She tells me not to worry and to take my time. Brian gives me a toothy grin, and leads me into the elevator. “I can’t believe I am really here with you right now,” he whispers against my neck. Being with him right now feels like we haven’t been apart for five years, it feels so natural.

Walking into his suite is surreal. This room is gorgeous. I don’t know why a person would spend so much for a room for a few hours. “Make yourself comfortable, I will only be a few minutes. Fifteen at the most.”

I walk around the room and take in the décor. It looks like a honeymoon suite. There has to be at least three or more different floral arrangements in here.

He walks into what I assume is the bedroom and closes the door. I take a seat on the sofa and pick nonexistent lint from my dress. I can’t believe I am about to do this. I don’t know how to form the words. I play them over and over again in my head. It is so much easier in theory. I roll the words, “I lied to you,” around on my tongue. They taste bitter.

There is a knock on the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see it is only a bellhop. I open the door and he reaches me Brian’s suitcase. Awkwardly, I knock on the bedroom door. “It’s open,” he calls from the other side. I open the door to find a shirtless Brian sitting on the bed talking on his cell phone. He holds his hand up signaling that he will be just a minute more. I set his suitcase on top of the dresser and wait.

The past few years have been good to him. His build is more defined than I remember. I know I so shouldn’t be checking him out right now, but I can’t help it, he looks good.

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