Carry You Home (Carry Your Heart #2) by K. Ryan

Author:K. Ryan [Ryan, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01ASAVJJC
Published: 2016-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

. . .

My chair creaked and groaned underneath me as I rocked back into the carpet, trying and failing to focus on the spreadsheets on my computer screen. Isabelle had been gone for at least 10 minutes now and I still hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing her. It was like a ghost had suddenly materialized right before my eyes, one who'd only haunted my dreams and my nightmares before today.

My eyes squeezed shut as the memory of my last dream about her washed over me. Just the night before, I'd tossed and turned in my apartment right above the shop before finally falling into a restless sleep. Surrounded by nothing but penetrating darkness, Isabelle's tear-stained face called out to me, reaching for me while some unseen force pulled her just out of my reach. No matter what I did, how fast I ran, or how loud I screamed for her, I just couldn't get to her before the darkness tore her away.

And just like every morning after I dreamt of her, I woke up with a panicked start, frantically searching the room for her. Nothing had been able to shake that feeling of desperate helplessness and I'd carried it with me for the rest of the day, feeling off-balance and nearly out of my mind. But the second Isabelle appeared in the office, it was like everything else just fell away. Just being within reaching distance of her again snapped a few of the missing pieces right back into place.

Part of me wished it hadn't been so instantaneous because what the hell was I supposed to do when she just left town again?

It was just easier to go about my day knowing she was in New York, living the life I'd always wanted her to have, and completely out of reach. Close proximity was a real bitch.

My fingers twitched on the armrests, itching for a cigarette, but I needed to do something productive. So I cued up a Google search on my computer, bypassing the real work I should've been doing instead, and like the stupid masochist I was, pulled up the website for the gallery that showcased Isabelle's work.

The Warehouse was the same gallery she'd interned at and like the smart, business-minded people they were, the powers-that-be there had wisely decided to forge a long-term professional relationship with her. I scanned on older blog post from a few weeks ago, one I'd already read more than once, that detailed the cancellation of an upcoming show due to 'family issues' and that Isabelle was taking a leave of absence indefinitely.

Her dad definitely hadn't been happy about that development, but like I'd told him, there was no point in reasoning with her. Isabelle was coming back to Claremont come hell or high water.

My eyes fell on the picture accompanying the post that highlighted Isabelle at her most recent gallery showing. Dressed in a black knee-length dress that hugged her lean curves, she laughed at something an admiring guest had

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.