Fixing Their Heart: A Reverse-Harem Post-Apocalyptic Romance by Stanley Mira

Author:Stanley, Mira [Stanley, Mira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirty Little Secret Press
Published: 2022-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

C hapter 14

Cora

Night 7: Rev

A knock at the door has me swiping at my face.

Rev is here.

I must look a mess, but there’s no help for it. I take a lamp with me and let him in.

He’s just been for a smoke, so when I open the door, I expect him to smell like the mini cigars he likes, but he doesn’t. He leans in to kiss my cheek, and he smells clean and fresh, like spearmint and Earl Gray, with only the faintest whisper of lingering tobacco. His hair is wet and hanging loose, telling me he’s just had a shower. A few dreadlocks and thin braids decorate the brown strands. At the ends of the braids are teal beads that make me think of Native American culture. His age shows in his gray goatee and the creases making parentheses around his mouth.

“Evenin’, little one.” He places a bouquet of wildflowers in my hands and strolls in. Hands on hips, he looks around the small kitchen with his back to me. He’s giving me time to wipe away the rest of my tears. “So, this is your place, now, huh?”

I clear my throat. “Um, yeah. I mean, I guess it is.” Brilliant, Cora. “Thanks for the flowers.” I set them on the counter and start searching the cupboards for a vase.

“You’re welcome.”

The closest thing I can find for the flowers is a plastic pitcher like the one my mom used for Kool-Aid. I fill it with water from the tap. I don’t have power in the cabin, but the well provides water. I’m able to wash up and flush the toilet, but if I want a hot shower, I have to make sure the boiler is lit and take it up in the men’s dorm.

In the living room, I hear the floorboards groan as Rev explores. Between the shabby furniture and all my presents, there’s not much walking space, but he’s making do.

While Rev looks around my cabin, I place the flowers in the pitcher. They’re tied with a silky, white ribbon, and they boast every color you’d expect to see in early-autumn blooms: rust, flaming orange, sunset yellow, and lacy white. Spraying up from around the flowers are the wheat-like fronds of uncut grass. For some reason, looking at the simple gift starts up the waterworks again.

My emotions are scraped raw. Tonight was unexpected and wonderful, and now, I’m tired and overwhelmed. I don’t particularly feel like pushing boundaries. But I need to. For Grim and all the men. And for myself.

“If you’re done with the flowers, come on over and have a seat on Daddy’s lap.” Rev’s voice, coming from the living room, is as silky as the ribbon on the flowers.

I blink away my fresh tears. If I could “blink” my ears, I would, because I’m sure I heard him wrong. Did he just call himself Daddy…like Jud does? And did he tell me to sit on his lap? When we barely know each other? Is he going to be a bossy alpha, too? No girl should have to handle more than one of those in her life.

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