Hidden Truths (Boots Book 1) by Erickson Megan

Author:Erickson, Megan [Erickson, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-03T06:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Tara

The next day, two giant duffle bags arrived. I didn’t really know how, all I knew was there was a knock at the door, Lance went to answer it, and he stalked back inside carrying bags that looked heavily weighted.

He pawed through them muttering to himself like he was taking inventory while I continued to binge the Real Housewives of whatever city the network was currently running. I didn’t know—they all blurred together after a while. No shade to housewives everywhere.

I was bored, and wondering what I could do to break up the time short of yelling at Lance or fucking him. I didn’t want to do the former and the latter was a bad idea.

My body hadn’t gotten the clue that Lance was off-limits now. My heart either. I stared at his forearms as he withdrew clothes and several guns from the duffels, laying it all out on his bed like it was no big thing to be heavily armed. I was going to ask if he had permits then decided I didn’t care. I grew up with Bryan after all.

He said he’d let me go once Bryan returned, and I had to believe that. There was really no choice for me. I either left and was subject to Castor’s wrath or dealt with Lance.

For three days—three goddamn days—we spent time together in near silence cramped in the small hotel room while Lance waited on word from my brother. Each day, Lance withdrew more. I didn’t think he was sleeping, because the dark circles around his eyes were so pronounced, he looked like he’d been punched in the face. His lips were bitten to shreds from his gnawing teeth, and he spent a lot of time out on the balcony doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. He did those shirtless because of course he did. Fuck my life. So therefore, I got him back by wandering around the hotel room wearing nothing but panties and a shirt. That made his jaw get even tighter until he stormed out claiming he needed to take a walk.

When he returned, I still wasn’t wearing pants. He smelled like cigarette smoke and threw a bag on the bed from a gas station down the street, along with a state store paper bag. From the gas station, he’d brought candy, a couple energy drinks, and some pre-made subs. From the state store—airplane bottles of liquor and a bigger bottle of bourbon.

I unscrewed the vodka without asking and poured it down my throat in one gulp.

“Seriously?” he muttered.

The warmth spread through my chest like fire and I sighed. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

He snatched a rum for himself, upended the bottle into his mouth, then pressed the back of his hand to his lips. “Hate rum.”

“Then why’d you buy it?”

“Rum was for you.”

“Well I don’t like it either.”

He didn’t say anything to that, and tossed his empty bottle into the trash, where it rattled before clanking to the bottom. There was still the bourbon left that we could share.

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