The Ethan Frost Series 3-Book Bundle by Tracy Wolff

Author:Tracy Wolff [Wolff, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-101-96851-2
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2015-12-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

My brother’s words stay with me long after he leaves to catch his return flight to Boston. I wish they didn’t, wish I could just block them out of my head, but I can’t.

It’s not that I think Miles is right. I don’t.

I know Ethan. I love Ethan. He loves me.

He would never betray me.

Except … except … I’ve been wrong before. Really wrong. And where did it get me?

Raped and bruised and bleeding in a deserted parking lot.

Emotionally violated and devastated and broken in a soulless lawyer’s office.

Terrified and vulnerable and sad, so sad, in the twisted staircases and empty halls of my school.

I survived all of that because I told myself I would get out. Told myself I would make a new life far away from what had happened to me, where I would never have to think about it again. And I have. I have. Before Ethan and now with Ethan. It’s a good life. It’s a life I’m proud of.

It’s a life that a small part of me is still utterly terrified will be yanked away at any moment. And though I know it’s wrong to place my happiness in a man’s hands, there’s a part of me that knows if I lose Ethan I’ll never be the same again. I’m in too deep, totally addicted to the way he makes me feel, emotionally and physically.

It’s a haunting thought, one that stays with me no matter how hard I try to banish it.

At three o’clock, Ethan texts me just to check in. I’m not sure why, but I don’t respond.

At three-thirty, he texts again.

I still don’t respond.

At four forty-five. You ok?

I answer with a smiley face I’m far from feeling.

Chloe?

I turn my phone off.

At six o’clock, a box is delivered to my apartment. It doesn’t have a return address, but then, it doesn’t need one. I open it right away—of course, I do—I’ve never been able to resist a present from Ethan, no matter how many emotions are rioting inside me.

Inside the box is a suit—black with a thin silver pinstripe—that somehow manages to be both kickass and intensely feminine all at the same time, thanks to the heavy silver accent buttons and the tiny bits of lace peeking out from the inside of the wrists and lapels and ankles.

It’s Armani, of course, and the moment I lay eyes on it I know what it’s for. It’s a replacement for my one and only designer suit, which I lost in the rain on the beach the other night when Ethan and I made love.

The suit is gorgeous, no doubt about it. Exactly what I needed. And yet as I think of his previous gifts—strawberries and seashells and cinnamon tea—I can’t help but be a little disappointed. I feel stupid and ungrateful, but I can’t help it. I like the Ethan that gives me little just because gifts, little things that matter only because he was thinking of me, only because he knows me. The Ethan who understands that I can give gifts like that back to him, things that say I’m thinking of him.

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