Shattered Dreams: A Dark Romantic Thriller (Beautiful Nightmare Book 3) by Abbie Roads

Author:Abbie Roads [Roads, Abbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbie Roads
Published: 2023-07-10T23:00:00+00:00

Thomas sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed bathroom door as if the key to understanding Helen was written upon the wood.

From the moment he’d met her, everything he’d done had been for her—with the exception of going to the wedding. But even there, she’d dominated his thoughts, and talking to Evanee and Lathan had been enlightening, to say the least.

He had never hurt her, done his damnedest to save her, and was determined to protect her. But she shut him out. He accepted that she wasn’t willing to talk. But her refusal to look at him, listen to him… How much more of herself was she going to keep from him? He didn’t want an empty shell that looked like her. He wanted her. All of her. And more than anything, he wanted her to want him.

He gripped the comb in his hand. He’d meant to set it in there with the clothes but had forgotten.

Sloshing, splashing sounds came from the other side of the door. It sounded as though she’d taken off the sodden clothing, wringing out each piece. His mind conjured an image of her sitting in the water, bare breasts dewy and glistening while teardrops of water rolled off her nipples. His dick liked the pictures and went full-on baseball bat in his pants. But then he remembered the scars she bore on her body. Evidence of the immense pain she’d endured in Fairson. The reason she had trouble coping.

Not only was she adjusting to life outside prison, but she had ten years of trauma to process. He couldn’t fathom the hell she’d been through, and yet he was pouting because she was coping the best way she knew… Yeah, total asshole move.

He sat there, ears tuned to every sound coming from behind the door. And then the water began draining, and a few minutes later, she stepped into the bedroom. In the glow of the bedside lamp, her skin shone healthy and pink. Her hair was a ratty, tangled, endearing mess that dangled over one shoulder. His clothes swallowed her body, but she could wear a barrel and still look magnificent to him.

He should say something, but profound words were as elusive as fog. Instead, he held up the comb and scooted back on the bed, motioning for her to sit between his spread legs. “Let me take care of your hair.”

An adorable little wrinkle formed between her brows, but then a ghost of a smile slid over her lips. She moved closer and sat in front of him. He closed his thighs tight around her. Almost as though his legs were a fortress wall surrounding her, keeping her safe. And, well…it just felt right to be touching her. “I’ve never combed a woman’s hair before. Is there a right way or a wrong way?”

She shook her head and flipped the mass over her shoulder so it hung halfway down her back. In the lamplight, the wet strands looked more bronze than gold.

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