Lies We Keep (Pieces of Me Book 1) by Danielle Rose

Author:Danielle Rose [Rose, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Books
Published: 2017-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

I didn’t understand early-risers. I moseyed through my morning ritual, spiting whoever thought it’d be a good idea to have six a.m. wakeup calls. I shuffled down the hallway and kicked my bag. It was still sitting where I’d left it the day before. I glanced up to find Blakely staring at me. He’d stopped mid-drink to witness my internal bickering. His cell phone beeped. Setting down his mug, he read the message and barked out a hard laugh.

“Ugh, can you, like, stop being so fucking happy, Blakely?” I grumbled.

“Tara just texted me. You should read it.”

He flipped his phone around. I strained my eyes to focus on the bright white screen.

Give her some coffee.

“Tell her to fuck off,” I said. Tara and I had been best friends for years. She didn’t need to witness my behavior to know exactly how I’d react to certain situations.

Like Blakely, she was too fucking chipper in the morning.

I picked up Blakely’s cup and swallowed down the warm liquid.

“That was mine…” he said.

“Not anymore.”

“You can nap in the car.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why does everyone say that? It’s not the same as sleeping in a fucking bed!”

He chuckled. “I’ll bring down the bags. You grab another cup of coffee, and then meet me downstairs.”

I waved him off, grumbling under my breath. I poured coffee into his mug and swallowed it down.

“Don’t forget to lock up and set the alarm, sunshine,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“I’ll show you some fucking sunshine,” I mumbled.

It was a vague threat at best, and really, I had no idea what it even meant. But Blakely was ruining my routine. I did my best writing late at night, which meant I usually slept until noon. It never bothered me, but it annoyed Tara, who was an early-riser. I had listened to too many lectures about missed meetings. In this line of work, it was typical to have writers with my same routine, yet the business world still wanted (and expected) early morning meetings.

I finished my coffee, washed the mug, and rinsed out the pot. Scanning the room as I walked toward the door, I grabbed my purse and left the apartment. Outside, Blakely loaded our bags into the trunk of a black SUV. The windows were tinted black. I could only see my reflection in the glass.

“Where’d you get this?” I asked.

“Rental,” he said, closing the trunk.

Before I could reach the passenger door, Blakely was by my side, opening the door for me.

“How chivalrous of you,” I said, sliding into the car.

I looked around the vehicle. It had been a long time since I’d been in the passenger’s seat of a car. I gave up that luxury once I’d moved to the city. Blakely climbed into the driver’s seat, punched a few buttons on the dash GPS, and merged into traffic.

I loved that this city never slept, which was one of the reasons I decided to move here. I wasn’t the in-bed-by-ten-and-up-by-six type. I thrived on darkness, on the night.

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