The Secretive Wife by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel [Peel, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-18T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

The thing I loved about big cities was that you could be as invisible as you wanted to be in them. It was one of the reasons I loved taking the bus into Portland so often growing up. It was the one place I felt like I belonged. Those streets owned me and protected me. They made me feel wanted and free. My parents had thought they were making me free, but I could always tell when my choices displeased them. When I didn’t give them the data points they were hoping for. It made me second-guess my choices or choose what I knew they wanted me to. Anything to make them happy. Anything to make them see me, claim me, and belong to me. Now the cities had turned their backs on me just like my parents. There was no more safety in the crowd. I became the bullseye in the middle of the target. I had become the reason for a crowd.

It all started by being followed to the airport by two persistent men with cameras, giving Peter more concern for sending me to New York alone. I kept my hand on his tense thigh all the way to O’Hare as he weaved in and out of traffic trying to lose the men in the black car with tinted windows. For a moment, I thought he was going to swear. I always thought I would be happy to hear him be a normal human, but the man driving well over the speed limit, gripping the steering wheel, breathing heavily, was not Peter. It didn’t help when those two men rushed me as soon as I was out of the car. Peter placed himself and my luggage between me and the rather large men taking picture after picture. Thank goodness for airport cops. They don’t take kindly to people leaving their vehicles unattended. If they hadn’t intervened, I was afraid Peter was going to throw a punch.

“I should go with you,” he breathed out, upset once the men were shown back to their car.

I placed my hand on his warm red cheek. “I’ll be fine.”

His right brow raised. “There’s that word ‘fine’ again.”

I mustered a smile for him. “I meant to say fantastic.”

His lip twitched. “I might have believed you, but you never use words like that.”

“How about, I’ll survive? And I’ll bring you back a cheesy My Wife Went to NYC and All I Got Was This T-shirt shirt.”

His genuine smile appeared. “Only if you promise to be the one who wears it.”

I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Now you sound like my husband.”

“Do you really think that’s her?” A voice caught our attention. We turned to find several cell phones pointed at us.

“I hate this,” Peter whispered.

I did too. More for him than me. Peter didn’t use words like hate. But I was determined to be me and not Autumn. And Delanie wouldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss her husband goodbye. I pulled on Peter’s shirt and yanked him toward me.

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