Under His Holster [Winchester, Arizona 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Zoey Marcel

Author:Zoey Marcel
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-11-19T23:00:00+00:00

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Jade woke up screaming. The nightmare was so vivid, so real she would swear it was a flashback rather than a meaningless dream.

She heard a rush of footsteps and her bedroom door flung open. The light flickered on, and through her squinting eyes she could see that Stetson entered her room alone.

God save her. Was he here to spank her for creating a ruckus?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked.

Funny thing was that he actually sounded vaguely caring at the moment, which didn’t match with his words. Did he not know how to be tender or something?

“I had a bad dream. Where are the others?”

“I don’t know. Everybody split earlier. I think we’re alone.”

Jade freaked and saw that he, too, looked uncomfortable. She pulled the covers up more to hide her body from him. Pj’s didn’t seem like protection enough. She’d club him to death with her pillow if he came any closer.

“Go away.”

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” he asked.

“No. Now leave.”

Her eyes widened in apprehension when she saw him take several insidious steps toward her. He dared to sit down on the edge of her bed, and she squirmed and sat up more when his tailbone brushed her leg.

“Sometimes it helps to talk about things, or so they say.” He seemed awkward and way out of his comfort zone to be having this conversation with her.

“It was just a dream where some big, burly guy beat the crap out of me and broke my laptop. No big deal.”

“Was it a dream or a flashback? Tell the truth.”

How did he know she was tempted to lie to him to get him to go away? “I think it was a flashback.”

His head jerked and he looked outraged. “You were abused?”

She shrugged, wondering if he was concerned or wishing that he could have been the man to kick her ass. “Maybe. It’s hard to say without my memory. It felt the same as when I’ve had flashbacks, but whatever it was it’s in the past. It’s no big deal.”

“The past is a big deal,” he said rather defensively.

“Well, it might be if I could remember it.”

“Be grateful you can’t.” He got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

What the heck was his problem? She confided something personal to him, and then he chastised her and raged right on out of her bedroom? Complicated jerk.

To her surprise, Stetson returned a moment later, holding his cowboy hat in his hands and twiddling his fingers on it nervously. Had he taken the hat off out of respect for her? Yeah, right. This was the twenty-first century and Stetson was no gentleman. He was the typical sorry-excuse-of-an-asshole man.

How had Kellan turned out so sweet and fun when he lived with him?

“Is your bed to your liking?” Stetson asked, looking like he wanted to run the fuck out of there.

His question puzzled her. Now he cared about her comfort? A second ago he left when she needed to be held in consolation.

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