Gutted by A.F. Crowell

Author:A.F. Crowell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: chick lit, contemporary romantic suspense, charleston south carolina, coming back to life hurts, for two years she mourned his loss, he will do everything to win her back, she thought he was dead, she will not open her heart to him again, theirs is a love that will never die, undercover all he thought about was getting back to her
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Chapter Thirteen

~Barb~

I was able to make it all the way up the stairs, into my bedroom before I allowed myself to stop and think about what was actually happening. Once it all sank in, I didn’t get upset or break down and cry.

I got pissed.

No way in fucking hell did this piece of shit get to drive me from my home. Let him come for me. I would be sitting here, lying in wait for his sociopathic ass with a fully loaded shotgun. My dad didn’t raise me to be some timid little flower ready to wilt from fear. No, I could take care of myself.

I was standing in the closet when I had my little internal rant. Just as I was about to turn and go downstairs to Cole, I saw his leather jacket on the floor toward the back of the closet. I walked over, picked it up and brought it up to my nose. The smell of leather and his cologne took me back to that life-altering night. With one deep inhale, my mind quickly backpedaled.

My pink Sloane Ranger duffel sat on the top shelf of the closet organizer. I grabbed the strap, pulling it down and quickly stuffed clothes it in without even thinking. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but it was winter so I packed for cold weather. I also grabbed a little surprise that I had been holding on to since before he was killed…or whatever you call pretend-dying. When I pulled the bag down, the box came with it. I grabbed a pair of boots and my favorite heels and shoved them on top of the pile of clothes.

Still in my chiffon gown, I decided to change into something a little more conducive to a quick exit. I grabbed a pair of bootcut jeans, long-sleeve thermal top and a tank then set out for my bathroom with my bag over my shoulder and Cole’s jacket in my arms. Along the way, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle and all of the hair on my body stood on end. Surely, if there was a problem, Cole would have come for me. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the worry from my mind and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Changing quickly, I threw my dress over the side of the tub and threw my hair up on top of my head. Most of my makeup was in a cosmetic bag, so I tossed my deodorant, toothbrush and other crap in there then shoved it into my duffel. Cole’s jacket was sitting on the vanity as I looked around, deciding I was all set. I picked it up and slipped my arms in the massive sleeves, one last time. It was my safe place while he was gone. I wore it when I was scared and needed to feel close to him.

Now, I had him. He would keep me safe. I had no doubt in his capabilities. I could relinquish my armor because he was all I would need.

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