Love Strung by Jamie W. Matlock

Author:Jamie W. Matlock [Matlock, Jamie W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 22016964
Publisher: Jamie W. Matlock
Published: 2015-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

"What were you thinking?" Griff questioned, his hands closing down hard over the back of one of the kitchen table chairs. He pressed down so hard the joints on his fingers turned a pale white. He looked about half a second away from pouncing.

My eyes darted around the table looking at everyone there, the whole gang - my alleged, soon to be family...and Mitchell. My heart dipped low, which was saying something since it already felt like it was sitting at my feet.

"I wasn't. You know, I acted out of impulse," Mick answered shrugging, like what had happened an hour earlier was nothing more complicated than two people head over heels in love getting married.

The problem was, we were neither of those things. I was not in love with him, nor would I ever be, and I most certainly didn't plan on marrying him. Even worse, I was fairly certain that I was no longer in the falling part of love with his brother, but that I had already fallen onto the other side. Could my life be any more screwed up?

I had been silent since the proposal, too numb to even process what had happened. My career had gone from heavily tarnished to shattered in the matter of an afternoon and here Mick sat shrugging it off as something he'd done for kicks.

"That's all you have to say?" I questioned, surprised at the strength of my own voice. Ignoring the screech of protest that the chair made when I stood and it slid across the hardwood beneath me, I slapped my hands palms-down onto the table. "That's IT?"

"Griff," Sutter said, nodding her head in my direction. "You mind taking Kennedy outside while I speak to our brother?"

"Why not let her kill him? I sure as hell want to," he fumed, his eyes deadly.

"Griff-" Sutter warned.

"Kennedy," he muttered, grabbing for my arm. His fingers slid around my elbow with much more tenderness than I anticipated, my heart softening enough around the edges to deter me from another murderous thought.

"So, I guess this means the date's off?" Mick called after my retreating form.

I ignored him, marching heatedly outside, surprisingly glad to be out of the house and into fresh air. Griff eyed me as if he expected an explanation. "Griff, I don't want to talk right now, okay? Can we just walk…You and me? Can you just do that for me?" I questioned softly, too afraid to apologize but terrified to be alone.

As I descended the steps, the sound of his boots marching across the front porch as they worked to catch up with me served as the affirmative answer that I had been hoping for.

*****

We didn't return until well past dawn, ascending the steps slowly and with a hell of a lot of reluctance. I didn't think that my heart was quite ready to face everything yet - or everyone - but I put one shaky foot in front of the other anyway.

The show must go on, right?

My eyes

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