Depths of Lake by Keary Taylor

Author:Keary Taylor [Taylor, Keary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Inspirational
ISBN: 9781502583352
Amazon: B00O3D3FNY
Barnesnoble: B00O3D3FNY
Goodreads: 22836778
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2014-10-03T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I don’t wake Sunday morning until it’s nearly noon. The second my eyes open, it feels as though my head is going to split in two. Very carefully, I sit up and try not to immediately vomit. With my eyes squeezed closed, I brace my hands on the bed, just trying to steady myself.

Something crinkles under my left hand, and I squint one eye open.

And all my insides disappear.

My fingers close around the now wrinkled picture.

It’s Lake and me. From last night. My arms are wrapped around him, his around me. Our lips are together, and I swear there’s fire ignited in my belly just looking at the two of us.

But even more present, is the terror.

Because there’s a big, red X drawn over Lake.

My hands shake and I flip it over. Sloppy handwriting in the same red marker fills the back of it.

Careful who you find yourself in the company of. Wouldn’t want anyone to come between us.

--Call the cops, and bad things will happen to him.--

A shaky breath works its way out of my chest. My hands tremble so much the picture falls to the ground.

Just two weeks after Cal left on his last tour, I helped out at a 4H show. I’d been working with this girl McKayla’s horse, and she wanted me to come to her show. So I went. It was a long, hot day.

There was this guy there, Travis Malone. I barely remembered him the next day, but we’d talked during one of the barrel racing events for all of three minutes. He’d seemed friendly enough, but I hadn’t thought too much more about it. I was engaged, and there wasn’t anything to it other than talking to someone about horses.

But the next day he called me. How he found my number, I never knew. I kept trying to figure out what it was he was calling about, but it seemed he just wanted to chat.

And somehow I kept bumping into him whenever I went out to run errands.

Over the next few weeks, it became obvious he wasn’t just trying to be friendly and make friends. Not when he kept trying to touch me whenever we talked. Not when he kept sending me gifts. Not when he tried to kiss me and slip his hand into my pants while at the back of the feed store in town.

I’d slapped him in the store, I threatened him. And immediately left. I told him to stay away from me. I talked to Sheriff Akins. And for four weeks he left me alone.

And then apparently Mom intercepted that phone call after Cal died. She’d tried to protect me. Until the money ran out.

And now he’s back.

He’s stalking me again.

The phone calls. The necklace. The chocolates. The flowers.

Travis is back.

My stomach gives a lurch. I dart into the bathroom and lose everything in my stomach into the toilet.

“Hello?” someone calls from downstairs.

It’s not Lake.

I sprint back into my bedroom and grab my handgun from my nightstand. Quietly, I creep back to my door and peer downstairs.

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