Weathering the Storm by Brynn Paulin

Author:Brynn Paulin [Paulin, Brynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: series
Publisher: Supernova Indie Publishing Services LLC
Published: 2021-06-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

~ Heller ~

It took me three days to get my head out of my ass and come to my senses. Okay, that wasn’t completely true. It took me two and a half days to realize I was being a dumbass by refusing the olive branch Becca had offered. I’d take it, but I had stipulations of my own. I fucking wanted her. Becca was mine, and I knew it. And if she didn’t know it, she would before tonight was over.

After my work at the garage yesterday, Thursday, I’d gone to the thrift shop to buy some clothes. I needed more than one nice shirt in my wardrobe. While most wouldn’t care to shop thrift, I actually like this store. It was new clothes, not used. The items just happened to be overruns of the stock that had originally been sent to more expensive places.

The whole time, though, I thought about how, I’d shop at high-end stores someday. I’d build Becca the house of her dreams. She’d only have to work if she wanted to work. If she just wanted to stay home and raise our family, that was fine with me, too. I had dreams, and lately, they included Becca and the future we’d build. Every hour of studying, every class I’d be taking in college, seemed all the more important. I couldn’t let myself down. I couldn’t let her down.

But first, she needed to know where we stood.

She hadn’t been on the broadcast tonight, some younger guy filling in. I hoped she was okay. I’d know soon enough. Wearing new clothes, being super forward and carrying a duffle that contained clothing for the weekend, I marched up the steps to her apartment. My fist rapped firmly on the door.

There was no answer, and I knocked again after a minute. Longer. Harder. Her car had been in the lot, so I knew she was here—at least, I hoped she was. I refused to entertain the idea that she might be on a date. My heart twisted at that notion, but I didn’t dwell. She wasn’t dating someone else.

Finally, I heard a noise from the other side of the door, and it opened to reveal my woman, red-eyed and obviously fresh from crying. Guilt speared through me. I knew her sadness had a lot to do with me. Not even saying a word, I stepped inside, dropped my bag and immediately pulled her into my arms. Becca sagged into me, her face pressing into my chest while she shook.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I hated that I’d made her weep, even if I didn’t feel as if I was in the wrong. Even if I still had stipulations for us being together.

She sniffled but didn’t say anything. I just held her warm body, clad in those flannel, flying pigs jammies again. When she eventually stopped shaking and her breaths were more even, the shudders less pronounced, she stepped away and swiped the back of her hand over her eyes.

I didn’t let her go, though, keeping her at arm’s length with my hands lightly grasping her biceps.

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