My Heart to Give Maxwell Family Saga Book 3 by S. B. Alexander

Author:S. B. Alexander [Alexander, S. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raven Wing Publishing
Published: 2019-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

Three weeks had passed since Aunt Denise died, and during that time, life had been on autopilot. Everything had been one big blur.

Standing in front of the mirror in the Jack-and-Jill bathroom, I slipped on my suit jacket. I couldn’t believe I was wearing a suit again. Twice within three weeks was epic for me. I’d worn the same black suit to Aunt Denise’s funeral six days ago, and that night I was taking my girl to homecoming.

I couldn’t wait to see her all dressed up. I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms. We hadn’t spent a lot of time together since that night in her barn when I’d wanted her so darn badly, it had been hard to keep my hands where they belonged. She’d been right. That night had not been the right time to have sex. I’d been too emotional, and I wanted to make darn sure my head was clear and our first time was special.

Despite that, the last few weeks had been jam-packed with school, basketball practice, and Aunt Denise’s funeral. Quinn had her own busy schedule, especially with putting in more work on the farm since her dad was down a person. He hadn’t hired anyone yet to fill the hole Carter had left when he’d gone off to college.

The door from Ethan and Marcus’s room slid open, and Marcus strutted in.

His blue gaze searched mine. “Why are you breathing heavy?”

He and I had been distant since that night when he’d rammed his fists into me in the kitchen. We’d hardly spoken even though I had apologized to him. I knew all of us were processing Aunt Denise’s death. I knew he needed time as well.

“No reason,” I said. He didn’t need to know I was thinking of Quinn.

He’d threatened to tell Quinn to stay away from me, but he hadn’t that I knew of. If he had, Quinn would’ve said something to me.

Kade had counseled me to give Marcus some space, and I had. But the less we talked, the more I felt like the tension between us was growing deeper and deeper.

Marcus was seeing Sloane steadily. Maybe Sloane was good for him because Marcus hadn’t been in any fights.

“Are you excited about the dance?” I asked, praying he would open up to me.

His lips thinned. “Don’t get in my business tonight.”

I raised my hands midway. “Then don’t give me a reason to.” My tone was calm with no inflection of emotion.

His nostrils flared as he adjusted his red tie.

The theme of the homecoming dance was fire and ice, so the attire requirement was red, black, and white. We were both wearing red ties, white shirts, and black suits. I had no idea what Quinn was wearing except for the color scheme.

Ethan waltzed in, dressed the same sans the tie. “Everything okay in here?”

I glanced through the mirror at Marcus. His blue eyes were riveted to himself as he combed his hair back off his head.

I shrugged at Ethan, afraid to say anything that would set Marcus off.

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