Mystic Hearts by Cait Jarrod

Author:Cait Jarrod
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Driving her mother’s decade old, white interior plush car that rode like she’d imagine a tank might, Charlene turned out of Old Towne Detective Agency and headed toward Colonial Beach to talk to Andrew’s best friend. The secret Larry had shared meant a lot. She understood his need to protect her, actually loved the idea. Her mother had called it right: Larry was a keeper.

If he knew where Charlene headed, his face would turn red…sweat would bead on his brow….and his eyes would darken. She sighed. Excitement from picturing him above her in the throes of passion sent a thrill through her blood. Her center clenched.

She’d have to put aside her lustful thoughts of Larry. With any luck, she’d finagle a way for him to come by tonight after Henry went to sleep. Letting her son know she and Larry were seeing each other this soon could give him false hope. She’d rather wait until her feelings reached the point of no return. Though, the strong sensation she experienced but tried to bury deep inside her came close to the dangerous ‘love zone’.

Nearing the outskirts of Colonial Beach, her thoughts turned to Andrew. Her anger boiled, remembering what he’d taken away from them. Her beloved Café, and her home. Her prize belongings lost due to his inability to manage money. His insistence on doing the restaurant’s books when she wanted to hire an accountant should have flagged something was amiss. Andrew had hated math in school.

Those possessions were near and dear to her heart, but they weren’t what cut her to the quick. Andrew’s behavior toward their son sliced through her as if a butcher knife had torn her heart to shreds.

The new lengths Andrew used to achieve what he wanted flabbergasted her. To threaten their son… An ache shot through her, stopping her from completing the thought. Any possible sentiment she had toward him dissolved into a puddle when Andrew touched Henry’s hand, indicating he had more regard for money than his only child’s life. In a million years, she didn’t think Andrew could stoop that low.

She had no words…no tears, just blazing fury.

Charlene passed the familiar ‘Welcome to Colonial Beach’ sign. Nostalgia struck with the sight of her restaurant and placed a heavy weight on the center of her chest.

“The son of a bitch!” She whipped the wheel. Tires squealed and she screeched to a halt in the parking lot in front of the café and shoved the gearshift into park.

Andrew may have ripped her heart out, stolen her foundation, and made her life a living hell…but damn it, she would reclaim it.

She bolted out of the car, ready to speak with the new owner. A sea of churning memories surged into her brain, faltering her steps and throwing a cold bucket of water over her anger.

The decorations around the atrium structure looked the same as when she left. Impossible. The wooden chairs and tables she purchased from a retailer in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, stayed fixed in the spot she placed them five years ago.

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