Home for Christmas: New Adult Holiday Dark Suspense Romance by Emme Rollins

Author:Emme Rollins [Rollins, Emme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fido Publishing
Published: 2014-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

She woke up floating on a cloud. Her body ached but she rested on something so soft it was unimaginable. Her eyes focused and she realized she was in someone’s home. She was on a sofa and there was a television, a coffee table, all the usual living room amenities, along with a Christmas tree in the corner. One stocking hung on the fireplace mantle. She heard someone talking and, for a moment, couldn’t remember anything that had happened.

He was on the phone. She sat bolt upright, suddenly remembering everything.

Nick was on the phone. Who was he talking to? Who was he telling?

Scanning the room for her backpack and coat, she found them in a corner. The world slipped a little as she stood. Steadying herself on the arm of a chair, she moved toward her things. She had to get out before Brody showed up.

Nick moved further into the kitchen, his voice muffled. She strained to hear. Was he calling more cops? Worse, was he calling Brody? She shivered, sure it was the latter as she shrugged on her coat and shouldered her backpack, easing toward the front door.

“Hey! Hey there! Hold on!”

She heard him call out as she turned the knob. She pulled, but found the deadbolt locked.

He caught up to her in three quick strides, and as she unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door, he pressed his hand flat against it and shut it again.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Anywhere but here!” She moved around him, starting toward the kitchen.

“Listen, you have to stay.” He caught up again, moving in front of her to block the entryway with his body.

“Like hell I do!” She shoved at him, but it was like trying to move a brick wall, and her head and mouth throbbed with the effort. “What for? So you and Brody can finish what those two started? I don’t think so, asshole! Now get out of my way!”

“Brody? Your stepdad? What are you talking about?” The genuine look of confusion on his face stopped her for a moment.

“Do they give you acting lessons in private dick school?” she snarled, turning away from him and running toward the front door.

“We can’t keep doing this running thing all night.” Exasperated, he caught up with her again, stepping in front of the door before she could reach it.

“Then get out of my way.”

“What are you running from? What are you running to?”

She swallowed hard, throat burning, voice shaking.

“If you had any idea what I was running from, you never would’ve told him where I am. Now get out of my way!” She ducked under his arm, pulling at the door, but was no match for the weight of him pressed against it.

“Listen to me!” He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward him. “I’m trying to help you. That’s all I want to do!”

“If you want to help, then let me go,” she pleaded. “Please, whatever he’s told you, none of it is true. You can’t let him find me.

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