Return to Cheshire Bay by H.M. Shander

Author:H.M. Shander [Shander, H.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novella, beach read, bad girl, small town romance, hot pilot
Publisher: H.M. Shander
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I was in a mood to fight. The ride home did nothing to settle me down. I didn’t want to cry anymore, I wanted to punch something, or better yet, yell and scream until I had no energy remaining and felt all my anguish was gone. My key nearly bent from being stabbed into the lock repeatedly. After twisting it open, I stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

The loud staccato beats of the Imperial March sounded.

Duh duh duh, DUN DA DUN, DUN DA DUN

For once, Parker’s timing didn’t stink. Gloves on and blood already boiled, I was ready.

“What do you want?” I barked into the speaker as I stormed up the stairs to the master bedroom.

“Finally, you answered.” There was a time when hearing his voice once soothed me, but now the very sound of his Newfie-ish accent grated my last remaining nerves.

“What do you want?”

“I want to see you again. Where are you? You haven’t been home in a month.”

My heart stopped beating despite the quick cardio workout. “What do you mean? I had the locks changed.”

Two days before I left for Cheshire Bay, three weeks after he walked away from us.

“Yeah, and thanks for the heads up on that. I had to ask the super.”

I braced myself against the wall and inhaled sharply. “And he gave you a set?”

I’d been pretty clear when I had the locks changed the reasoning behind that. It seemed my next call to make was to the superintendent of my building to give him a solid piece of my mind.

“Of course. Johnny and I go way back.”

Fantastic. They were likely comic book buddies or something. The blood in my veins chilled faster than the air around me as I entered my master suite. I’d left all the windows open, and in desperation to feel warm and secure, I slammed them shut and quickly raced to the unlocked patio door.

“So where are you, Babe?”

“Not with you.”

“Right? Our bed is so cold without you.”

Ew. He’s still sleeping in my bed, in my apartment, even though I wasn’t there. The ethics and violations being smashed left and right were upping the anxiety levels in me. Dizziness was settling in, and I needed to sit down. The first available space was the deck chair on the balcony.

“I went to your office.”

My mouth dried in an instant and even a quick swallowing did nothing. My legs weakened. I wanted to throw up.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got fired?”

I was given a buyout, not fired. Although it didn’t really matter. No doubt my perfume was still lingering in the air when they removed my name from the door. I grasped the arm rest of the chair and slid into it.

The karate kid was waking up and stretched, pushing against my dress with a noticeable bump. I rubbed it until it smoothed out, trying to calm myself down. But it wasn’t working. The longer the air cackled between Parker and I, the harder my heart pounded.

Parker was in my apartment.

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