The Rehabilitation of Angel Sinclair by Nancee Cain

Author:Nancee Cain
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Serrated Edge Publishing
Published: 2019-06-02T00:00:00+00:00

He was just like her father. Mick Maguire had been charismatic, passionate, and full of love, but when he drank, he was destructive. His binges were like tornados, destroying everything in their path, leaving only bits and pieces of his family’s life behind, to be rebuilt from scratch. To escape her father, she’d married a man she thought was different.

Brian was self-controlled, cautious, and cold. But his controlling behavior had been just as damaging as her father’s drinking. He had the same ability as her father to tear her fragile, battered ego to shreds. Brian just used different tactics. His weapon was language. It was why he was a brilliant lawyer.

Which was worse? Hard to say. The result had been the same: her heart left in tiny, broken shards, which she’d worked hard to piece back together. Could she risk going through that again?

Maybe she should’ve listened to her initial gut feeling that they would never work. Who had she been kidding? They were too different—their ages now seemed insignificant compared to their views on life and their backgrounds. But he’s not my father. He’s clean. And although they’d had their problems, he’d never treated her with anything but respect—unlike Brian. He loves me.

The sad fact was, she was falling in love with him, too. Still, her mind told her she had to let him go for her own self-preservation.

But her heart disagreed and begged her to fight for him.

Maggie heard the bedroom door open and felt the bed dip with his weight.

“Please. I want to be alone. Just go away.” She buried her damp face in her arm.

“Would you at least look at me when you tell me to leave? Really, truly look at me?”

Rolling over, she took in his red-rimmed eyes. He brushed away her tears with the back of his fingers. He broke eye contact, and his throat bobbled.

“I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.” She held onto the hand stroking her cheek and his beautiful face blurred. Looking at him, her mind wavered in favor of her heart. He looked as devastated as she felt.

“I disagree. You’re the strongest woman I know.” His brow furrowed as he appeared to struggle with his thoughts. “I’ll leave if you tell me to. But I don’t want to. I want to try to make this work. I meant what I said the other night; I love you.”

“You’re too young to know what love is—”

“Bullshit. That’s fuckin’ bullshit, Maggie. Don’t pull the age card on me and think you can win with that argument. I may be stupid, but I know my own heart. And that heart belongs to you.” He held up a hand. “I know. I know my language sucks. Sorry…

“When I fell off the ladder, it was the strangest feeling. It was like an analogy of my life. I’ve been free falling since I was ten and headed for disaster. It’s exciting, but scary as shit. You know how you buffered my fall the other night? Well, meeting you has provided me a soft cushion for all this pain inside me.

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