Memories of Us_A Second Chance, Amnesia Romance Novel by Kennedy L. Mitchell

Author:Kennedy L. Mitchell [Mitchell, Kennedy L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: second chance romance, romance with second chance, second chance romance with baby, small town romance, amnesia romance, high school romance, Millionaire Romance, Second Chance, Romance, romance with baby, romance novel, rich boy romance, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Kennedy L. Mitchell
Published: 2018-12-09T18:30:00+00:00

THE SUN SHINED IN FULL force through the cheap blinds and thin curtains, burning into my exhausted eyes when I turned in the bed. Instead of popping up for the first cup of dark bliss, I flung the light blanket back over my head and rolled over with a groan of annoyance.

Tired.

Way too tired to even think of leaving the bed.

It was around three in the morning when we made it back to the barn. Then we had to unload, plus a quick shower, which put me rolling into bed around four.

Our night together couldn’t have played out any better than it did. After the storm moved on, we drove through the thick mud back to our original spot to continue the predator hunt, but the kitty never showed. Maybe it was due to the crazy storm, but I’d bet it was our loud laughing, and of course, my exaggerated hand motions when I was involved in a story, and the constant back-and-forth conversations.

Well, in-between the hot and heavy make-out sessions, we did all that.

Brenton's lips were irresistible, a perfect fit to mine. And damn that man could kiss—demanding yet still somehow soft, combining to form some cosmic union of all things perfect in this world.

Being out on the land with his lips against my body was like a teleport back in time to all those years ago when we did the same thing, laughing, talking, kissing.

A shout from somewhere in the house dragged reality back in. After swinging both legs off the bed, I stretched both arms up high to work the stiff muscles out of my lower back. On silent, bare feet, I tiptoed across the worn carpet to the closed door and pressed an ear against it.

Daddy. No surprise. That man was always upset about something Bradley or I did.

Awake and mobile, the basic need for hot coffee turned dire. With a wide openmouthed yawn, I stepped out into the hallway, pausing the beeline I was on toward the kitchen when I was outside Bradley's room. The scene was all too familiar, with Daddy ranting about shit not getting done, but it was still a lot to take in considering Bradley’s injured state.

Daddy turned those light brown eyes to me, narrowed in obvious annoyance. “What do you want?”

Instead of responding, I shifted my full attention to Bradley, who shot me a sympathetic look with his one good eye. “On my way to get coffee and heard you,” I said.

“Get me some,” Daddy commanded back with a dismissive wave.

“You have two legs. Get it yourself.”

Eyes a bit wild, he faced me straight on and balled his hands into tight fists. “What in the hell did you say to me, girl?”

Somehow the terror he used to invoke in my soul as a little girl seeped right back in. But instead of cowering, I repeated, “Get it yourself.” Only a slight tremble in my voice gave away my nerves of standing up to this man.

With each step closer, the heels

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