My Star, My Love by Natasha Boyd

Author:Natasha Boyd [Roth, Natasha Boyd and Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Holiday, Christmas
Publisher: NPRB
Published: 2015-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

IT WAS LATE, and I lay awake in the large cold bed alone. Apparently, Jack had left in Charlotte’s car sometime during my phone conversation with Joey and still wasn’t home. I’d stayed up as late as possible with Charlotte and Jeff. Jeff was charming and gruff, a handsome man with silver hair and friendly blue eyes. We’d had dinner and played scrabble but time ticked on. I was worried sick, as we all were, especially as he didn’t have his phone. Charlotte asked me twice if Jack and I were okay. Which was acutely embarrassing, despite the fact I knew she only meant it in the way of a concerned mother whose son has run off and she wants to make it right.

Finally, Nigel called and told us that Jack had called him from Hastings. He’d had too much to drink and couldn’t drive Charlotte’s car home and had asked Nigel to go and get him. It was over an hour’s drive away.

Concern gave way to anger and simmered away inside me.

I heard the sound of a car on the gravel sometime after midnight. The dull thud of the front door. The murmuring voice of Jeff, clearly upset we’d had to get ourselves so worried. The trudge of a heavy booted foot up the creaking stairs and hallway to our bedroom. And past our bedroom toward the Blue Room. Was he fucking serious, right now?

I slapped back the covers and ran straight to the bathroom and through it to the door on the other side, wrenching it open. I stood, my chest heaving as Jack froze halfway in from the hall.

The Blue Room was smaller than ours by far and had a single bed coming out from one wall, and an armchair in the other. Jack dominated the space.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the sight of me and pressed the door closed behind him, sealing us in.

I could smell the whisky across the ten feet separating us.

“Not tonight, please,” he muttered, slurring. He was still in his jeans and shirt he’d worn earlier and a pair of heavy, undone lace up boots. “You’re mad. You have every right to be mad. I didn’t want to wake you and have you be… more mad.” He swayed, and I unfolded my arms on a sigh and stepped toward him.

“I’m fine.” He staggered back from me.

“Jack, just let me help you. Okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said again and stumbled toward the bed where he fell face down, his feet off the end.

I stood still a moment, the energy behind my anger completely gone. Then I went down on my knees to loosen his boots and pull them and his socks off. I took a moment to press a kiss to my fingertips and transfer it briefly on the small sea turtle that was inked into the skin of his foot. Jack stirred and turned his head, his eyes finding mine and watching me.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice muffled. Then he closed his eyes.

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