Splinter of Hope (Shattered Hearts of Carolina Book 1) by JODY KAYE

Author:JODY KAYE [Kaye, Jody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-09T18:30:00+00:00

“We have a room here?” I take off my helmet in awe of the tall white columns and wraparound porch of the old manor inn.

The mill where we live is pretty darn nice accommodations. Yet, this isn’t any place like we’d normally stay on the road. It doesn’t slip past me that this is an upscale bed and breakfast.

I’d changed into dark jeans before we left the mill. Both Trig and I wear our leather jackets early fall through late spring unless the heat is excruciating. The helmets stop bugs from getting in our teeth, but right now I feel woefully underdressed.

“What is this place?” I pluck a beetle that didn’t make it from Trig’s open collar and say a little prayer before dropping him in the grass.

“It’s like an event place with nice hotel rooms. They hold weddings out back and have a gourmet restaurant. I made overnight reservations while you were getting our stuff together,” Trig removes the light backpack from my shoulders, sliding it over his and takes my helmet.

I’m forever amazed at how his wide grip holds the cumbersome weight of both.

“You mind if we have dinner before checking into our room?”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” I shake my head—feeling like Alice getting her first glimpse at her garden surroundings—and reenter the real world. “We can go to the restaurant first.” I’ve forgotten my manners. Trig hasn’t eaten since breakfast. He must be starved.

Wide old wooden steps creak under our boots. The smell wafting out to the porch as Trig holds the door for me is amazing. I picked at the party buffet earlier, not in the mood to fill my belly. Now, after about two hours on the road, I’m feeling better, more like eating.

First, we wound westward over the back roads out of Brighton, enjoying the scenery. Then Trig hopped on I-85 north of Durham. With my thighs pressed to his ass and my arms wrapped around his sides, the wind rushed by us. The hum of the bike’s engine underneath and the closeness of his body brought our conversation in the car to completion.

Not wanting to stay home tonight aside, I’ve never wanted to escape my past. My journey made me who I am, and I have pride in me the way I want Aidy to be proud. However, with everything out in the open, I’m freer and able to move on.

Trig requests a table for two. The hostess is gracious given our appearance.

We both slide off our jackets, trying to blend in with the other diners. When Trig goes to hide our helmets and bag under the tablecloth, the hostess offers to keep them up at her station.

“Not a big deal.” Trig tries to wave her off. “I’ve got a room booked.”

“I’d be glad to bring them up there if you’d like,” she says, full of kindness and hospitality. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll bring you back the key. I’ll even check you in while you’re waiting for your meal. The inn does things the old fashioned way.

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