Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
And then he leaned in and put his nose to my throat, inhaled deep with a primal growling sound, and then…
And then I woke up before it got good.
Goosebumps cover me. And maybe there’s another place where the cold water should be splashed, too!
As much as I’ve carried my Jason Creed torch for most of my two and a half decades on the planet, I’ve never dreamt about him while asleep before this. I have my sexual fantasies about the tall, dirty-blond, inked Adonis when I’m awake and imagining him with a dirty mouth, telling me how much he wants me, explaining in explicit detail what he’s going to do to me.
How many nights have I lain in my bed with the window open, watching the breeze move my gauzy curtains while I imagine he suddenly appears in my window, the moon at his back, lust in his gaze?
Too many.
And no more!
Things weren’t super clear to me about why I decided to do this today, beyond not wanting Jase to face danger, but I’ve thought more about it, and I think this is my closure.
Yep, closure in a way that saves face while also helping out. And I can walk away with my head held high because I’ll have given him tools to help himself in case of an emergency. And I’ll be walking away making it clear that I’m not pining for him.
I excuse myself and the nice lady twists sideways, scrunching up to give me room to get into the aisle and make my way to the restroom.
I didn’t tell a soul at home where I was going, what I was doing, but I did leave a note on the fridge for my parents to tell them I had something important to do for the pack and that I would be back in a few days. I’m going to get these things to Jase, check into a nice hotel, do some sightseeing, spend two more nights at the hotel, then fly home. A mini getaway that will signal a new start along with some soul-searching about an opportunity that landed in my lap via the text message I got just minutes before I turned my phone to airplane mode.
I closed the library early today, messaging Audrey to ask if she could take care of things the next couple days, to ask Leona to help if she needs to. Audrey helps out part-time and she was already scheduled for tomorrow. I know she’ll take good care of everything while I’m gone. I also know she’ll need Leona’s help because the folks staying in the town hall are devouring books while they’re hunkered down and waiting to move to their new land. And Leona hangs out at the library often when Audrey works anyway, so I’m hoping she won’t mind.
Although the library will be in capable hands, I’m not feeling as good about leaving Mom and Dad right now. Things haven’t been good since Grey’s bio mom did what she did.
I know it’s only been a couple days and while Mom seems fine physically since coming home from the hospital, it’s Dad I’m concerned with.
He’s not himself. Of course not… his former mate hurt Mom, held his son’s mate captive, and meant to do harm. And now she’s dead. She’s dead at Grey’s hands and of course my father would have feelings about all that, especially with how Grey’s bio mom almost killed him as an infant.
My parents are always touching one another, always snuggling on the couch or on the porch swing. My father is a super alpha, so pretty strong and macho, but there’s constant affection and togetherness with them.
He melts whenever he sets eyes on my mother, except for these last few days. He’s distant, his eyes are cold, and he’s been spending a lot of time puttering in the garage while Mom seems to be sleeping a lot, or at least spending time alone in their bedroom more than usual. And last night when I came down for a drink, I found Dad sleeping on the couch and all Mom’s houseplants were bone dry. I stepped outside and so were the flowerbeds. Mom doesn’t ignore her garden. Ever.
At least Grey is nearby. I sent him a text message this morning before I left asking him to check on Dad, telling him that things aren’t right, and he replied immediately saying it was already on his to-do list.
Grey has a new energy about him that I love. He seems to be coping okay with what he had to do with his biological mother, and I hope he’s as good as he seems.
My brother has always been a force. Strong, intuitive, ridiculously smart, and very caring. But with what he's recently been through, the power he’s come into… he’s even stronger, almost like he’s Super Greyson.