Of Winged Creatures & Nesting Grounds: (A Quirky, Sexy, Dirty Doctor Romance) by A. Wilding Wells & Tracy Porter & John Porter

Author:A. Wilding Wells & Tracy Porter & John Porter [Wells, A. Wilding]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HYP NOTIC PRESS
Published: 2016-10-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 31

It’s up to me…to be free

Happy

He held me in that hug like I was the only woman on Earth. The only thing that mattered. I can’t recall the last time I felt so safe in anyone’s arms. Safe and filled with question. But mostly safe. What a feeling.

We ride side by side on wide, wet trails, Birdie slipping now and again, causing me an occasional scare. But I’m mostly cool with this new adventure. More comfortable than I thought possible considering how nervous I was. I might even call it exhilarating. Not just that I’m on a horse, but also that I’m conquering my fears. Being brave is electrifying. No wonder people become thrill seekers. Always looking for another high. We might only be walking, but then again, for a girl who just this morning hadn’t gone skinny-dipping or horseback riding, I’d swear I was in full gallop mode. Flying. Who knows what the rest of the night will bring? The mystery of it flickers in my belly.

“Have you always been brave?” I ask, my gaze fixed on Hunt’s face. The dark shadow of his jaw, the silhouette of his hat, and the sparkle in his eyes leave me breathless.

“I might be too brave sometimes, as you’ve seen firsthand.” He tugs his denim shirt away from his chest. “I’ll never forget my first moment of bravery, I was in Kindergarten.” He flashes a wide and sure grin, the little boy in him coming out to play. “I was walking by myself down the hall of our school, and I felt someone grip my shoulder. When I turned, two hands surrounded my neck in a squeeze. It was a boy from my class, Jimmy Lamar. He had intellectual disabilities. One of three kids in our class who did. I’ll admit, with his hands around my neck, I was scared shitless. He was bigger than I was. And stronger. I asked him if he was okay or needed help. His lips trembled, and I saw fear in his eyes. He nodded and began crying then said, ‘Lost.’ I pried his shaking fingers from my neck and took his hand in mine. Together, we walked back into our classroom. I felt so brave and proud. I think he did too. When we graduated from high school, we crossed the stage together, hand in hand. Talk about proud. He works full time in one of my practices now, does all kinds of things to help out. He’s a good and capable man.”

“Jesus.” My throat tightens. “Talk about a good man. You…you are one good man.”

“Thanks.” He reaches his hand out to mine at the same time I reach for his. We link our middle fingers for a few intimate seconds, until he drops his hand and rubs the back of his neck. I really did like that. Short as it was. We found each other. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to go?

“I do have my flaws, as you’ve also experienced firsthand. Don’t go putting me on a pedestal.

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