Fighting for Redemption (The Elite Book 4) by Nicole Flockton

Author:Nicole Flockton [Flockton, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-22T16:00:00+00:00

14

Brett yawned and he turned the fan on the air conditioner higher, hoping the cold air would keep him awake. What he should've done when he'd gotten home was grab a nap, but demons had been chasing his heels since he'd left Cassandra by the pond at the hotel.

He got her message when he landed and switched his phone back on. It didn't take a genius to know the moment she picked up his call, she'd berate him. Yeah, he deserved it. He'd run and hadn't bothered to leave her a note.

The whole flight back to Colorado he'd fought sleep, knowing if he succumbed, he'd have nightmares. He was pretty sure the other occupants of the plane didn't want to hear him crying when he relived the moment he’d woken up in his wrecked car, the engine hissing, Naomi moaning and nothing but silence, deathly silence coming from the occupant of the passenger seat.

Brett’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Early on a Sunday morning, the roads were clear. He should be getting to the turn off where Naomi lived soon. He’d have to wait for official visiting hours and would have time to take a little nap then.

He approached the turn off and his palms got sweaty. They always did when he visited Naomi. Taking a deep breath, he slowed and turned into the driveway. The trees on either side stretched across the road, branches touching, creating a cave-like feeling.

The large red brick building loomed in the distance, coming closer with every rotation of the tires. Apprehension rode through him as he pulled to a stop and turned the engine off. Visiting Naomi was never easy. It was so hard not to compare the girl he knew then to the one he saw in front of him now. Her body aged. Her mind never did.

Brett parked the car and reclined his seat, hoping his mind would settle enough to rest before he went inside. God, he was tired. All he wanted was to lose himself in the sweet oblivion of sleep. Only sleep was elusive. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was the look of hurt and confusion on Cassandra’s pretty face as he walked away from her at the hotel.

In hindsight, he’d acted rashly. Given his past, her questioning him if he’d done something wrong was reasonable. Two months ago, he probably would’ve gone out and caused trouble to generate a headline. It was his usual M.O., create a diversion to take his mind off his past. So it surprised the heck out of him he didn’t want to do that anymore. How was it possible to change the way he acted all because of one person? Could he really place his actions at Cassandra’s feet? Or was he totally exhausted at always creating headlines?

It was a question he couldn’t easily come up with an answer for. Although a drink did sound like a good idea, it was way too early and he was too far away from a liquor store.

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