Eternal (London Mob Book 3) by Michelle St. James

Author:Michelle St. James [James, Michelle St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blackthorn Press
Published: 2016-06-13T23:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Jenna pulled three beers from the fridge, handed two of them to Farrell and Braden Kane, then took hers to the bathroom. There was obviously some serious Alpha male tension between the two men, and she wanted no part of it. In fact, just about the only thing she wanted was to take a hot shower, put on clean clothes, and hear her daughter’s voice.

She turned on the shower and stepped into the water with a sigh, tipping her head back and letting the spray soak her hair. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she’d taken a bath in Arbois before they’d gone to the vineyard.

The vineyard… she could hardly think about it without shuddering. The chase through the field had been terrifying, the darkness all-consuming. Her terror had been second only to the moment she’d realized Lily was in the barn in Cornwall just as the property was breached by Adam Denman and his men. Then she feared only for her daughter. This time she feared she might not live to see her. That she’d be gunned down in the vineyard, would be left to die without ever seeing her daughter’s face again.

And while she’d been relieved to realize the men pouring from the chopper were the good guys, her relief had quickly turned to a new fear — the fear that she would be taken from Lily another way. That she and Farrell would be blamed for the death of Mrs. Hodges and Erik Karlsen. That they would be imprisoned and kept from Lily for the rest of her childhood.

But Farrell had delivered her from both eventualities with his insistence that she speak only to Braden Kane. She didn’t know the man, couldn’t get a read on why he was trying to help them, but Farrell had been right to speak only to him. They were free — for now, at least.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm her frazzled nerves as she soaped her body. The past was behind them, and it wouldn’t do any good to worry about the future. The threats you expected usually didn’t materialize. New ones appeared in their place, threats you didn’t see coming. The only way to survive without going mad was to live in the moment, take things as they came, have a little faith.

And she did have faith. Not in a god or in the universe or anything so intangible, but in Farrell and the belief that she would always be okay because he would see to it that she was. And Lily, too. His strength, their love, had become her religion. More than anything else in her life, it had saved her. She would bet on him — on them — any day of the week.

She dried off and put on a clean pair of linen pants with a soft, drapey T-shirt. She immediately felt better. She was still shaken, her nerves still raw and exposed. She wanted to be surrounded by softness, by the familiar, by Farrell.

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