Brody's Vow (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 1) by Kaylea Cross Page B
Authors: Kaylea Cross
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night?
I don’t think so, sweetheart.
Shoving on his boots, he reached for the door handle.
Chapter Eight
Trinity waited until it was full dark before carefully easing her bedroom door open. The hours she’d spent waiting to ensure that Brody and his father would be fast asleep had felt like an eternity. It was nearly two in the morning now, and the house had been still and quiet for a long time.
Pausing by her door, she waited there in the darkness for a few minutes to make sure no one had heard her, then crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the third one from the bottom, which she’d learned squeaked. This short reprieve from her dangerous, solitary life had been unexpected and wonderful, but she’d been here a full day already and it was high past time she headed out on her own again.
From the minute she’d arrived here she’d known she had to leave within a few days, but this afternoon with Brody had clinched it. She needed to get the hell away from him before they got even more involved.
She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep in his arms. In her entire life she’d never done that, had never let her guard down that much with a man. She could blame her serious lack of judgment on her injuries and exhaustion, or on her stunning reaction to his kisses, but that was a cop out and she had never been one to shy away from the cold, hard truth.
She trusted him. And she wanted him.
Trinity honestly didn’t know which one scared her more. That was all the motivation she needed to get gone.
A tiny part of her felt badly for sneaking out like this after all Brody had done for her, but it was necessary. Clean break. Move on. Back to the real world.
It didn’t matter that part of her wanted to stay in this idyllic place a little longer, or that she wished she could find out exactly where the attraction burning between them would go. Putting distance between them, figuring out a way to go back to her apartment undetected and getting out of the country before Tino or anyone working for him found her was her one and only priority.
Once this was over with, though… God, she was tired of running, of being used, of wanting a “normal” life.
She made it as far as the side yard when she heard a telltale jingle behind her. She froze and glanced over her shoulder. Grits was racing toward her, ears flopping up and down in the moonlight, mouth open, tongue lolling. Behind him she saw a large, familiar silhouette detach itself from the shadows surrounding the cabin.
Shit.
“Out for a little moonlight stroll?” Wyatt called out, his gruff voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
Yes. To get far away from your brother. “I’ve got things to take care of.”
He paused a few feet away and put his hands in his pockets. “Brody know you’re leaving?”
Pretty obvious that he didn’t. “Just tell him thanks for me.” She turned to walk away and the back door of the main house opened. Dammit…
“Where are you going?” Brody said behind her, his voice accusing.
Trinity pulled in a breath and fought for patience. How the hell had Wyatt even heard her? She was stealth personified when she wanted to be, and she’d definitely wanted to be.
Bracing herself, she turned around to face Brody. And damn it, her heart squeezed at the sight of him rushing toward her in a pair of jeans and tugging a shirt over his head. She shot an annoyed look at Wyatt. “What are you even doing up right now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t sleep much. Grits heard you leave. Guess he’s a better guard dog than I thought.”
She transferred her gaze to the dog, who was wiggling happily in front of her, clearly hoping for a pat. “Thanks a lot,” she muttered to him.
Brody strode across the lawn toward her, the moonlight showing the frown on his face. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Town.” Where she had planned to steal a car to get her through the mountains. That would put enough time and
I don’t think so, sweetheart.
Shoving on his boots, he reached for the door handle.
Chapter Eight
Trinity waited until it was full dark before carefully easing her bedroom door open. The hours she’d spent waiting to ensure that Brody and his father would be fast asleep had felt like an eternity. It was nearly two in the morning now, and the house had been still and quiet for a long time.
Pausing by her door, she waited there in the darkness for a few minutes to make sure no one had heard her, then crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the third one from the bottom, which she’d learned squeaked. This short reprieve from her dangerous, solitary life had been unexpected and wonderful, but she’d been here a full day already and it was high past time she headed out on her own again.
From the minute she’d arrived here she’d known she had to leave within a few days, but this afternoon with Brody had clinched it. She needed to get the hell away from him before they got even more involved.
She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep in his arms. In her entire life she’d never done that, had never let her guard down that much with a man. She could blame her serious lack of judgment on her injuries and exhaustion, or on her stunning reaction to his kisses, but that was a cop out and she had never been one to shy away from the cold, hard truth.
She trusted him. And she wanted him.
Trinity honestly didn’t know which one scared her more. That was all the motivation she needed to get gone.
A tiny part of her felt badly for sneaking out like this after all Brody had done for her, but it was necessary. Clean break. Move on. Back to the real world.
It didn’t matter that part of her wanted to stay in this idyllic place a little longer, or that she wished she could find out exactly where the attraction burning between them would go. Putting distance between them, figuring out a way to go back to her apartment undetected and getting out of the country before Tino or anyone working for him found her was her one and only priority.
Once this was over with, though… God, she was tired of running, of being used, of wanting a “normal” life.
She made it as far as the side yard when she heard a telltale jingle behind her. She froze and glanced over her shoulder. Grits was racing toward her, ears flopping up and down in the moonlight, mouth open, tongue lolling. Behind him she saw a large, familiar silhouette detach itself from the shadows surrounding the cabin.
Shit.
“Out for a little moonlight stroll?” Wyatt called out, his gruff voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
Yes. To get far away from your brother. “I’ve got things to take care of.”
He paused a few feet away and put his hands in his pockets. “Brody know you’re leaving?”
Pretty obvious that he didn’t. “Just tell him thanks for me.” She turned to walk away and the back door of the main house opened. Dammit…
“Where are you going?” Brody said behind her, his voice accusing.
Trinity pulled in a breath and fought for patience. How the hell had Wyatt even heard her? She was stealth personified when she wanted to be, and she’d definitely wanted to be.
Bracing herself, she turned around to face Brody. And damn it, her heart squeezed at the sight of him rushing toward her in a pair of jeans and tugging a shirt over his head. She shot an annoyed look at Wyatt. “What are you even doing up right now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t sleep much. Grits heard you leave. Guess he’s a better guard dog than I thought.”
She transferred her gaze to the dog, who was wiggling happily in front of her, clearly hoping for a pat. “Thanks a lot,” she muttered to him.
Brody strode across the lawn toward her, the moonlight showing the frown on his face. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Town.” Where she had planned to steal a car to get her through the mountains. That would put enough time and
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