SHAWN (The Hartwell Brothers Book 4) by M. S. Parker

Author:M. S. Parker [Parker, M. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Belmonte Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Talia

I’d planned on going back to my dad’s place after the meeting with Matt so I could give him an update, but as soon as I climbed into my car, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Feeling like my heart was bleeding, I pulled my phone out and sent him a text.

Feel like the meeting went well, but I left a bit early. Wasn’t feeling well. Will have to think about the Hartwell Foundation, if that’s okay with you. I’m going back to Salem to see my mom. Haven’t visited her in a few weeks and I miss her. Will talk to you soon.

I hadn’t been on the road long before another text came through, probably from him since I doubted Shawn would be contacting me again—asshole—and Mom wasn’t into texting much.

Tears burned my eyes, and I angrily dashed them away.

“Crying while navigating Boston traffic is a surefire way to wreck your new car,” I told myself angrily.

Shawn wasn’t worth the damn tears, anyway.

But even as I told myself that, I thought about the way he’d looked at me. There had been a flash of something in his blue-green eyes. It had looked like…hurt.

“Stop,” I told myself. He’d been able to pull off acting like he had no idea who I was, so clearly, his skills in that arena were more than adequate.

How do you know he wasn’t telling you the truth?

The soft inner voice whispered to me for the entire drive, almost driving me out of my mind. In the end, it forced me to change my destination. I’d planned to head straight to the house where I’d lived with my mom for the past few years, but I knew if I was alone there, I’d end up brooding until she came home.

And I would be alone.

She’d already be working. I knew her schedule like the back of my hand after so many years of being her sole employee, so I headed to the office where I knew she’d be working, parked, and let myself in using the set of keys that had gotten buried in the bottom of my cavernous purse.

This particular office was a satellite office for a cardiology group based out of Boston, and they were only in on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, so Mom handled the cleaning every Tuesday.

Not wanting to startle her, I called out, “Mom?”

She was already peering around the corner to see who’d come in and smiled at the sight of me. A moment later, I was in her arms, fighting to hold back the tears.

I wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. Not yet.

She pulled back and studied me.

But she knew me well and said nothing when I flashed her a smile. “I was in the neighborhood. Need a hand?”

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