Back to You: A Hudson Family Series- Book 1- Synclair and Reece by Chontelle Brison Page B
Authors: Chontelle Brison
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backed up, fell ass back right into a solid body. Whoever it was broke my fall into the entry way and I landed with my butt being held by two large, strong palms, whoever it was held me off their chest with them. Definitely male, I concluded. Stop. It, I ordered myself, now is not the moment. I swiveled my head, presuming it was Dalton since he had been closest to me when I went down.
Instead of seeing Dalton’s smirk, I looked right into the eyes of the person I had hoped I would never see again. Reece Fucking Hudson.
Trying to slow my heart beat and get command of my breathing I said the only appropriate thing. “Hands of my ass Hudson.”
Almost like he was in shock he pushed me off him until I was standing. While Reece was scrambling to his feet, I took a moment to look him over. Fifteen years had been good to him. Gone was the lanky basketball player, in its place, was a strong, fit looking man. His black tussled hair and those jade green eyes gave him a smoldering expression. His black angora sweater and slacks looked expensive. His Rolex and Italian leather shoes confirmed it, he was clearly doing well financially. He looked astonished to see me. Did this mean Rachel hadn’t informed him her little plot? Remember, he’s a lying bastard.
“Synclair.” He practically whispered. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Well, that answered that question, it was obvious from his face he had no idea I would be here, and he looked like someone had just kicked him to the seventh level of hell. Welcome the club Hudson, and this club sucks.
Dusting myself off, I snatched my bat from the floor “The name is Syn.” I tossed over my shoulder while I untied my sweater and thrust my arms through the sleeves. I made certain my gun was still secure, it was hard since I wouldn’t lay down the bat, but I felt like I needed armor and it was all I had.
Get out, get out, get out. My brained screamed at me.
Glad to see my inner self-was finally making good suggestions, I was going to happily oblige it.
Pushing past a stunned Reece I made for the door. Fuck these people, I need to get out of here.
Dalton placed himself between the open door and myself. Reece must have come in right as I was backing up. Funny. Not.
Without even slowing my pace I turned the bat handle out and rammed it in Dalton’s stomach. Pushing him to the side as I rushed out the door I ignored, Rachel’s shriek and Lucas’s chuckling. What the hell was wrong with these people? I didn’t know, I didn’t care, and I just needed to put as much distance between them and me as possible.
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“Synclair Patrick?” I whispered again. I was in total shock.
“What the hell just happened?” I demanded.
I had promised my sister I would come over for an emergency meeting and was flattened by a redhead with an ass that made me salivate. To my surprise, I recognized that ass, I knew that red head. Synclair Patrick, I didn’t care if she went by Syn now. She would always be my Synclair. I knew Syn was her street name; that much I had discovered when I went to look for her at the only prior address the University had.
It had been a motel, but apparently people resided there long term. It was in a sleazy part of town. I had wanted to apologize since she had never come back to her dorm room, I know, I had staked it out, and then she withdrew from UNLV without ever talking to me again, but when I discovered her former place, I was informed her mother had passed three before. It was the same day she had gotten thrown in jail because she had decked Amber outside the Student Union Cafeteria.
The whole matter had been my fault, it had all gotten so out of control and I was such an immature shit I didn’t end it all before she got hurt. And she had definitely gotten hurt, I saw it that day, and I saw it again right before she ran past me and out of my life for the second time.
“Dalton, you were supposed to keep her from
Instead of seeing Dalton’s smirk, I looked right into the eyes of the person I had hoped I would never see again. Reece Fucking Hudson.
Trying to slow my heart beat and get command of my breathing I said the only appropriate thing. “Hands of my ass Hudson.”
Almost like he was in shock he pushed me off him until I was standing. While Reece was scrambling to his feet, I took a moment to look him over. Fifteen years had been good to him. Gone was the lanky basketball player, in its place, was a strong, fit looking man. His black tussled hair and those jade green eyes gave him a smoldering expression. His black angora sweater and slacks looked expensive. His Rolex and Italian leather shoes confirmed it, he was clearly doing well financially. He looked astonished to see me. Did this mean Rachel hadn’t informed him her little plot? Remember, he’s a lying bastard.
“Synclair.” He practically whispered. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Well, that answered that question, it was obvious from his face he had no idea I would be here, and he looked like someone had just kicked him to the seventh level of hell. Welcome the club Hudson, and this club sucks.
Dusting myself off, I snatched my bat from the floor “The name is Syn.” I tossed over my shoulder while I untied my sweater and thrust my arms through the sleeves. I made certain my gun was still secure, it was hard since I wouldn’t lay down the bat, but I felt like I needed armor and it was all I had.
Get out, get out, get out. My brained screamed at me.
Glad to see my inner self-was finally making good suggestions, I was going to happily oblige it.
Pushing past a stunned Reece I made for the door. Fuck these people, I need to get out of here.
Dalton placed himself between the open door and myself. Reece must have come in right as I was backing up. Funny. Not.
Without even slowing my pace I turned the bat handle out and rammed it in Dalton’s stomach. Pushing him to the side as I rushed out the door I ignored, Rachel’s shriek and Lucas’s chuckling. What the hell was wrong with these people? I didn’t know, I didn’t care, and I just needed to put as much distance between them and me as possible.
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“Synclair Patrick?” I whispered again. I was in total shock.
“What the hell just happened?” I demanded.
I had promised my sister I would come over for an emergency meeting and was flattened by a redhead with an ass that made me salivate. To my surprise, I recognized that ass, I knew that red head. Synclair Patrick, I didn’t care if she went by Syn now. She would always be my Synclair. I knew Syn was her street name; that much I had discovered when I went to look for her at the only prior address the University had.
It had been a motel, but apparently people resided there long term. It was in a sleazy part of town. I had wanted to apologize since she had never come back to her dorm room, I know, I had staked it out, and then she withdrew from UNLV without ever talking to me again, but when I discovered her former place, I was informed her mother had passed three before. It was the same day she had gotten thrown in jail because she had decked Amber outside the Student Union Cafeteria.
The whole matter had been my fault, it had all gotten so out of control and I was such an immature shit I didn’t end it all before she got hurt. And she had definitely gotten hurt, I saw it that day, and I saw it again right before she ran past me and out of my life for the second time.
“Dalton, you were supposed to keep her from
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