Whiskey Neat by Vale Lani Lynn

Author:Vale, Lani Lynn [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-03-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 13

What’s worse than a man that wants his woman? A woman that wants her man.

-Note to self

Lenore

I don’t know what I expected when it came to ‘avoiding’ Griffin Storm.

What I hadn’t expected, though, was to see him everywhere I turned.

It was like he hadn’t left me at all. He was everywhere.

I saw him at the supermarket.

I saw him at the store when he came for batteries.

I saw him at the diner.

I saw him out of town at the hospital when I went for my checkup.

Sighing, I laid my head back against the soft cushion of my couch.

Old re-runs of Roseanne were playing on the TV on TBS, something I found out just lately.

Well, the last three days, to be specific.

It was a special kind of torture to say the least.

Especially with that last night we’d spent together.

The entire night.

We’d gone until the sun had peeked out over the horizon, and only then did he have Alison take me home.

Alison had wisely gone to sleep in hers and Peek’s room.

Something I hadn’t noticed since Griffin had brought me to his room and hadn’t let me up for air until I could see him clearly in the rising sun.

Now here I sat, three days after I’d seen him last, and I was already thinking this was going to be impossible.

Really impossible.

Because my body yearned for his.

I wanted to talk to him.

To tell him about my day.

My phone rang about thirty minutes later when the rolling credits on the last Roseanne they would play for the day flashed over the screen.

“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.

I didn’t know why I was holding out hope for it to be Griffin.

He’d flat out said he wouldn’t be calling me.

Even on a burner phone. Apparently those could be traced, too.

Something I hadn’t known, and had told him so.

You read too many books. The government can do anything it fucking wants to.

“Hey, honey bee. I know you’re not going to like this, so I’m just going to cut to the chase,” my father said without preamble. “A little girl is missing in the woods behind our house. Their boat capsized when they hit an exposed tree stump in Lake Caddo.”

My heart plummeted.

I knew what he was going to ask me even before he asked me.

“I’ll be there,” I whispered.

I changed into a sturdy pair of jeans, knee length snake boots, grabbed my shotgun off the wall over the door, and strolled out of the door with my phone to my ear.

“Hello?” Remy answered, sounding groggy.

“I need to borrow your handheld GPS…and you if you’re here,” I said quickly as I hurried down the sidewalk to my car.

I loved my car.

It wasn’t the best in the world, now that it was over five years old, but it was mine.

I’d bought it used. Now it was what I would consider ‘well used.’

I yanked the door open, dropped into the seat, and immediately started my baby up.

“Yeah,” Remy said, sounding clearer. “I’m at home taking a nap. But I can go with you when you get here.

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