Claiming the Enemy: Dustin: Porter Brothers Trilogy, #3 by Jamie Begley

Author:Jamie Begley
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Jessie walked back and forth from her window to her bed, telling herself over and over again that Dustin better not be there. Then she saw that he wasn’t, and went to sit on the edge of her bed, disheartened.

Running her hands through her sleep-tumbled hair, she hung her head down tiredly, her blurry eyes tracing the plaid gray and black pattern on her pajama bottoms.

She desperately wanted to go back to sleep but knew the nightmare would be waiting. She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for three nights … ever since she warned Dustin to stay away.

Hearing a knock on her bedroom door, she lifted her head. “Come in.”

Holt leaned around the partially cracked open door. “Just checking on you. I heard you moving around.”

“I’m fine. Just restless, I guess.”

“You need me to get you something?”

“No, I’m going to try to go back to sleep.” Slipping back under the blanket, she plumped her pillow.

“If you’re sure, I guess I’ll head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Jessie turned her light off when she heard the click of her bedroom door closing.

Her turbulent thoughts finally settled enough that she managed to fall into a light doze, only to jolt awake in fright at a creak that she would have sworn came from under her bed.

Almost knocking her lamp over when she turned it on, she jumped out of bed to run to her chair, hopping onto it and staring fixatedly at her bed, expecting a mouse to charge out from under it.

Biting back a sob, she smothered it with her fist, biting down on her skin to keep from making a sound that would wake Holt.

Rationally, she knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of mind that screamed, What if there’s a rat colony living under my bed?

Quietly, she haltingly got off her chair, running to get her phone off the nightstand, then ran back to the safety of the chair. She quickly scrolled through her numbers, then poised her finger over Dustin’s. Giving a mute sob, she dropped her phone to her lap, unable to bring herself to press the number.

She should have turned on the television instead of grabbing the phone, Jessie railed at herself.

Building her courage, she lowered one foot to the floor when she swore she heard rustling across the ceiling above her.

Squishing herself into a ball, she pressed Dustin’s number, then disconnected at the first ring, hating herself.

“Get yourself under control, girl. You don’t need Dustin,” she was telling herself for the fourth time when she heard a ping at her window.

Using her body, she shimmied the chair toward the window. Raising it, she looked out, expecting to see Dustin’s gloating face.

The bastard didn’t disappoint.

“You called?” he asked mockingly.

“I accidentally butt-dialed you.”

“Really? I guess I’ll be going then—”

“Wait! What’s your hurry?” Her sarcasm had only lasted long enough for him to head out of the reach of the light shining from the inside.

“It’s one o’clock in the morning, thought I’d go back to bed.

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