The Survivor and his Safe Place (Hedonist Series Book 4) by Rebecca James

Author:Rebecca James [James, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rebecca James
Published: 2019-04-29T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Axel

The past twelve hours had left me reeling. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. Between sleeping beside Caleb and having him ride bitch on my bike, I was feeling all kinds of possessive and protective. I didn’t know how he’d feel about that, so I tried to rein it in, but it was hard.

After watching Caleb walk into the building that housed his therapist, I parked my bike and entered a nearby book store, finding a quiet space to sit and read. I’d loved reading when I was younger but had given it up when I’d moved away from the farm, no longer having the time to lose myself in a book. It had been a means of escape, and once I’d become a man, there were other ways to do that. I found a book on true crime and had been reading a while when my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen.

Pine Bluff.

Shit.

“Hello?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Axel Bryant.”

“That’s me,” I said. “My grandmother’s a resident there. Rose Bryant. Is everything okay?” I hoped so. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with her.

“Your grandmother suffered a stroke last night, Mr. Bryant. I’m sorry to have to tell you this over the phone, but she didn’t make it. You are listed as her next of kin, although we’ve never seen you here.” I couldn’t miss the note of disapproval in her voice, and I guessed to her I must have seemed like a pretty shitty person, leaving my grandmother on her own for years at a nursing facility. I wondered how she’d take it if she knew the only emotion I felt at the news of Rose Bryant’s passing was relief.

“Thank you for notifying me.”

“We need instructions on what to do with her remains,” the woman said, and I closed my eyes and sighed. I supposed that would fall to me.

“Look, the old lady and I weren’t exactly close. Didn’t she leave any instructions? Her husband was cremated and sprinkled over the farm.” Right in a pile of horse manure.

I heard papers rustling before the woman spoke again. “There’s a lawyer’s name in her file. Theodore Jacobs.”

I ran my hand through my hair. “Right. Call him. He’ll know.” I disconnected. Ten minutes left until Caleb’s appointment would be over. I finished the chapter I was reading and, on impulse, bought the book. I’d just tucked it into my leather riding sack when Caleb walked out the glass doors.

When he saw me, he grinned, showing a dimple in each cheek, and my heart turned over. I couldn’t help mysel; when he got close, I kissed him, swiping my tongue through his soft, warm mouth before letting go of him. I handed him the extra helmet.

“Where you wanna eat?”

Caleb’s expression immediately changed from happy to panicked, and I could have kicked myself. Of course he wouldn’t want to eat out in public.

“We can pick something up to take home,” I said, belatedly realizing I’d made it sound like we lived together.

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