Veritas: An Enemies-to-Lovers Single Dad Romance by A.L. Woods

Author:A.L. Woods [Woods, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-05T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The hot water felt incredible against my aching muscles. I didn’t typically shower twice in ten hours, but the night festivities demanded it.

Jordan had roused me from the depth of my slumber before my alarm resounded for my six thirty AM yoga class.

I didn’t make it. I’d gotten worked out in other ways.

Admittedly, I’d liked him sleeping in my bed a little too much. At some point, we had found ourselves slipped between the sheets, my body twisted with his. Anytime I shifted away, his warm frame chased mine, pulling me back until his arm fastened around my waist and the tip of his nose pressed against my hair. I didn’t hate it. I’d missed sleeping beside someone, even if that someone tended to arouse all kinds of different emotions in me.

I liked him. I liked him in a way I didn’t think I could like anyone. He reminded me of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. My perception of him and reality were two different things. In knowing him, in growing closer to him, I was seeing what he truly was. I’d always remained in the safe confines of my cave, believing I knew everything, but now I was realizing I knew nothing. And for once in my life, my ignorance didn’t leave me rankled. It left me vying for more.

I gave in to him so easily, because in his own debauched way, he honored who I was, too. Jordan wasn’t trying to change me—he was trying to lead me out of my self-induced entrapment. There was freedom to be found there if I could learn to trust him implicitly. It’s what made asking him to come with me to the partner dinner easy. He hadn’t even hesitated to tell me “yes.”

Stepping under the hot stream one more time, I reached for the faucet to cut the water, pausing in the shower, and taking in the penetrating, muffled masculine voice that sounded like it was coming from the hallway. Over the scent of my coconut shampoo, I could pick out the expensive coffee grounds that I’d set to auto-brew when I’d gotten home yesterday.

Reaching for my lush terrycloth bathrobe, I fed my arms through the sleeves, and then wrapped my hair in a microfiber towel. Stepping out of glass-enclosed shower, I kept my footsteps light as I strode toward the closed bedroom door, Jordan’s voice wafting through the other side.

What I heard nearly knocked the life out of me.

“I know, Peach. It’s okay to cry,” he murmured sweetly, my blood running cold. “But it won’t always feel that way.”

My stomach dropped, acid crawling up my tract. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, my palms growing clammy as the room grew impossibly hot. Simultaneously, I craned my head to listen.

Who the hell was… Peach?

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he continued. I could practically envision him shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah, I know.”

Who the fuck was he speaking to?

“I’ll take care of it.

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