Feuds and Reckless Fury by K Webster

Author:K Webster [Webster, K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: K Webster
Published: 2021-05-31T18:30:00+00:00

Canyon

It’s so fucking bright.

What the hell?

I squint, trying to understand my surroundings. I’m not in my room. Hell, I’m not even in my house. The lingering lime scent I know so well surrounds me.

Alis.

I’ve determined it has to be his laundry detergent. It’s strongest in his bed. I inhale the scent for a moment, wondering where he’s gone. I kick my feet over the side and stand, ignoring my morning wood, and eye the bed that’s half made up. I’m surprised he didn’t make the whole bed with me in it.

My amusement fades as I think about the reason why I ended up in his bed. Well, not specifically his bed, but here at his house. Mom. She kicked me out. Fuck.

Dad, surprisingly, was angry on my behalf. Not because he didn’t want me to come live with him, but because of how she’d treated me. Even as pissed as I’ve been at him, I can’t help but be grateful he didn’t turn his back on me too.

If he knows you’re hooking up with his fiancé’s kid, he might…

I stride over to my new room, wondering if Alis is hiding in there. When I push open the door, a shocked gasp escapes me.

Everything is unpacked.

And redecorated.

Just like in my old room.

My posters and pictures hang exactly like they used to. Everything is arranged just as it was. If it weren’t for the walls being light gray rather than dark tan and the windows in different spots, I could almost pretend for a second it’s my old room.

Alis did this.

I know it. I feel it down to my toes. Something about this sweet gesture has my gut twisting painfully. It’s such a simple thing he’s done, but it means everything to me.

I’m dying to stalk him down in this house, pin him to the nearest wall, and kiss the hell out of him for it. But I need a shower, and my breath is probably offensive as fuck. After a quick shower in a bathroom much nicer than my old one, I dress in a pair of black boxers before pulling on my navy Adidas wind pants. Since I’m still hot from my shower, I forgo a shirt as I brush my teeth. I comb through my hair, mess it up some, and decide all this primping can be done later.

I need to see him.

Now.

Strolling out of the room, I head downstairs when I hear voices and laughter. My heart pinches painfully at the light sounds. Everything has been so heavy back home. I forgot what it felt like for people to be happy in their own home.

Dad is perched at the bar in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a bowl of granola and yogurt, scrolling through his iPad. Quinn is rinsing a bowl, his eyes glued to the small television under the cabinet as the newscaster analyzes stocks or some shit. Absently, they’re discussing their plans for the day that include swinging by the jeweler to have their wedding rings fitted.

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