Unlike Any Other (Unexpected Book 1) by Burgoa Claudia

Author:Burgoa, Claudia [Burgoa, Claudia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

2015

“I thought my father was going to kill me,” Mason says. “And your father… he wanted to beat my then eight-year-old boyish ass,” Mason laughs with me. “Once my parents explained to me what the big deal was about I wanted to explain to you, but Mom said you weren’t old enough.”

“How is your mom?”

“Mina is on to husband number seven,” Mason responds. “That woman can’t be alone for more than a month. She lives in Toronto now.”

“You moved to Canada?” He lets out a chuckle.

Darn, when is he going to tell me?

“I stopped living with her long ago,” emphasizing the last two words. “How’s school, are those young minds learning something from Miss Nine? No wait, aren’t you supposed to be at school? Playing hooky isn’t the best example, Missy.”

“School is fine, we’re on Thanksgiving break.” I plunk myself on the sand and my toes start fidgeting with it. “I think I want to move out of Texas. Perhaps closer to my parents’ home… I don’t know, maybe Portland or Seattle like my brothers. I want to figure out how to use all those degrees that are piling up with dust, so to speak.”

I have a bachelor of music with an emphasis in instrumental. A bachelor of science in applied learning where I majored in early childhood to six-grade education along with a master’s in special education for mild/moderate disabilities. I speak three languages and instead of using my full potential, I teach Kindergarten from eight to twelve, Monday through Friday.

“My life is boring,” I say out loud. “I’m as lame as Gabriel was at my age. I should be drinking and partying it up.”

Letting myself go, I don’t’ say that part out loud.

“Instead, I have no idea what to do.” I point at the house. “They—my parents—let me out of the cage and what did I do? I entered willingly into another one right away.”

Mason joins me on the sand and stares at me instead of the sea.

“I don’t have a home.”

My head automatically springs out of a haze and pays full attention to what he has to say.

“Sometimes I stay at the office where I have a small bedroom with a bed and a closet.”

“Office?” He must own it; I doubt an employer would allow that. “What do you do?”

“Ah, it’s going to be boring not having you guess my activities.”

I lean against his shoulder as he starts telling me that his office is in Seattle.

Finally, a location.

As he reminds me about his kick-ass computer skills, I trace the tattoo on his bicep. A Japanese symbol for strength, he explained to me once. An H-like character and another character next to it that looks like a square hangman to me.

“Dad never approved of me, being smart and not wanting to do any physical activity.”

He looks down at my playful fingers and then our eyes lock. The mystery in those gray-stony eyes beckons to me. For a moment, his clean musk scent and those eyes make me want to jump out of the bunker I hide in and steal a taste of him.

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