Running From Fate by Rose Connelly

Running From Fate by Rose Connelly

Author:Rose Connelly [Connelly, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781479285662
Google: 9jPtMgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1479285668
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-09-28T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 19

The loud pounding on the door woke Mira up and caused the leprechauns currently stomping around in her skull to go into an enthusiastic, foot-stomping jig. After James had dropped her off and given her that mind blowing kiss she might have indulged in a little too much wine. Now she regretted it, but whoever was at the door would regret it much more, she promised herself. Turning her head slightly, she stared blearily at the bedside clock. It was barely six and the sun wasn’t fully up yet. With a heartfelt groan she stumbled out of bed and prayed that her head would stay on her shoulders. Whoever was at the door this early was going to get their head ripped off.

James impatiently banged on the door again. After a restless night he had dragged himself out of bed at an ungodly hour and spent 20 minutes looking for his old pair of sweatpants before giving up and putting on the skimpy running shorts that one of his ex-girlfriends and insisted he needed.

Now he was standing outside in the steamy air feeling half naked and already beginning to regret his hasty decision. Mira was a grown woman and she insisted that she was capable of taking care of herself. He should just go home and crawl back in bed. Of course that would mean that he was the only one who suffered. To hell with that! With a vicious oath, he lifted his fist, ready to knock down the door if that’s what it took.

“What the hell do you want?!” Mira demanded as she yanked open the door and glared at James. The sound of her own voice caused her head to start pounding and she groaned loudly.

Mira’s eyes were so bloodshot that it was almost painful to look at them. She was also wearing the same clothes as last night, minus the shoes. Her hair was flat on one side and sticking up on the other like a reject punk from the 70s. Her strange appearance coupled with her amusing show of temper completely neutralized James’ anger. It was all he could do not to laugh. He did, however, need a cup of coffee. With a quick step forward, he pushed her inside and shut the door behind them.

“Hey!” Mira protested. “This is my house and I didn’t invite you in so you can just turn around and go back where you came from.”

“Of course you invited me,” he said as he pushed her toward the stairs. “We were supposed to go running this morning, remember?”

A fuzzy memory tried to work its way into her clouded brain and she momentarily stopped struggling and allowed herself to be guided up the stairs.

“Which one is your bedroom?” She pointed silently and he gently prodded her inside. “Why don’t you wash up and get ready and I’ll put on some coffee. I’ll give you 20 minutes.” He pulled the door shut and, with a jaunty whistle, jogged down the stairs to find the coffee.



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