Forgiven (The Power of Three Love Series Book 4) by Lennon Leigh

Author:Lennon, Leigh [Lennon, Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

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The double doors opened from the elevator. Jack was at Clara’s front door, pulling at keys and an elderly woman stepped off before me, calling for Jack.

“Hello there, Mr. Calypso. Did you know it’s starting to snow out there? I tell you what, live in this city as long as I have. It’s going to cover us and very quickly, mark my words.”

He stopped, turning his body to this woman, extending his hands to grab a sack of groceries out of her arms. “Yes, Mrs. Thompson, I think you may be right. I hope Clara gets home soon. Let me help you with this.”

“Mr. Calypso, you’re a kind soul. I’m glad Ms. Ashley has found you. She deserves it after everything.” Jack’s eyes connected with mine, a silent apology to what this woman I’d never seen was alluding to.

“You’re a kind person, too, Mrs. Thompson. Be sure to reach out to Clara or me if you need anything.” She disappeared into her home, her hands the only thing I could see when she reached for her groceries. The door closed, and Jack waved at me.

“She didn’t know who you were,” he explained, but what could I do.

“Yeah, but she was right.” I followed him into the apartment without anymore awkward exchanges. I watched as he took off his jacket and deposited it in the front closet along with his shoes. “Let me go change. Help yourself to something to drink. I’m going to start a pot of coffee,” he explained, and I was glad Clara had found someone who liked the gross, disgusting hot liquid.

He didn’t have a bag in his hands, just his briefcase he’d also put in the closet. He was very comfortable in Clara’s space. Pulling a soda out of the fridge, I sat at the dining room table that was separated from the living room with an exposed brick wall. This was Clara’s style through and through where I was more a minimalist. Her home was full of knickknacks and décor that drove the less is more part of me to itch at all the crap she had out. It wasn’t tacky; it was quite beautiful and certainly part of Clara’s style.

Looking out the windows at the snow following Mrs. Thompson’s prediction, I instantly worried about Laura and Declan. My concentration was on the weather and the safety of my son. Jack entered the room, interrupting my thoughts with his booming voice.

“I guess Mrs. Thompson was correct.” His phone was near his ear, waiting for whoever was on the other end. He covered the receiver. “I’m calling Clara to make sure she’s going to get home before it starts getting bad.” He paused, his attention back on the phone. “Hey, foxy, just checking in on you.” I’ve heard him call her foxy before but really, couldn’t it have been sweetheart or babe? But foxy? Something about it caused the green monster that I’d tried to keep at bay to appear. Holding my can of soda tight, I started to squeeze it.

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