House Divided by Peel Jennifer

Author:Peel, Jennifer [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Peel
Published: 2015-01-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

We spent the rest of the night making up for lost time as we talked and kissed until the sun crept up in the eastern sky and barely touched the lake’s horizon. I should have been exhausted, but I hadn’t felt this awake in years. Neither one of us wanted to say goodbye, but Brady had meetings to attend at the bank and I really needed to get to the hospital. And I didn’t want to worry Doris when she arrived at the house and saw my car and no me. I think we both enjoyed the feeling of not having strict curfews and rules that we had to abide by.

As we talked through the night, my worries of us not liking each other went out the window. If anything, I liked him more. He had grown into a kind, generous, hardworking man; just like I had always imagined he would. The only problem besides his parents was that he loved Kaysville, and I wasn’t too sure I could after all that had happened. And I sure as heck didn’t want to live this close to his parents, but as he talked about his home, I could tell it was a labor of love for him. I decided we would just see where things went, and we would cross those bridges when, and if, we had to. Brady, though, was ready to run across the bridge to the other side and then burn it down. There was no doubt I wanted to be with him, but I had some serious reservations, and I would be tiptoeing across any and all bridges until I could come to terms with them.

Now more than ever, I was determined to get my aunt to talk to me about the past. I needed to know why the Jacksons hated me so much. I knew Brady said he didn’t care where his parents stood when it came to me, but it mattered to me, and it mattered to any future family we may have together.

Brady put out the fire, and I could tell his injured leg was a little stiff; I’m sure being out in the cold night air didn’t help. I asked him about it, and he said once in a while it bothered him, but I shouldn’t worry about it. He walked me up to his house so I could use his bathroom. I couldn’t help but grin as we walked in. It was a beautiful home with careful detail, but it was such a bachelor pad. The only furniture he had was a leather couch, which sat in front of a huge flat-panel T.V., and he had a card table and fold-up chairs in his breakfast nook.

I think he could tell why I was grinning. “It could definitely use a woman’s touch,” he said.

“Um, you could say that. Do you at least have bedroom furniture?”

“Does a futon count?”

I shook my head no and laughed.

He took me in his arms and looked at me lovingly.

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