herself to breathe, once more.
“Remy, I’m sorry I had to do that, but…” The sight that met her struck her silent.
Remy was out cold, once more.
Violet was surprised at the feeling of her heart dropping to her feet. He was still high on those meds. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open for more than a few minutes at a time.
That kiss had curled her toes, but he probably wouldn’t even remember it when he finally came to.
She swallowed back the lump that was rising in her throat, and mumbled softly to herself. “Get a grip, Chambers.” With a deep sigh, she threw his sleeping face one last glance before starting the truck and speeding off.
6
Remy went in and out of consciousness as they drove, each time just long enough to give Violet directions to a woodland area of Santa Cruz. She drove obediently, never asking him just where he was leading them, not even as the truck pulled slowly up a winding gravely road that lead to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Violet put the car in park, leaning over the steering wheel to look up at the sky. The rain pattered softly against the truck, but she knew it would be storming soon.
Some angel must’ve been sitting on their shoulder. As soon as it started raining, it would be all but impossible for police choppers to spot this car overhead. For the first time in her life Violet, an avid hater of all things rain, hope it rained all day, and kept raining, until she and Remy were able to clear his name.
She looked to him, passed out in the passenger’s seat. “Remy. We’re here. This is it, right?”
Remy sluggishly awoke, looking about on the verge of death, and looked out to the house in front of them. He climbed out of the car without answering.
Violet watched him move, closing the door behind him as he hobbled up to the front door of the house. She climbed out just as the home’s door opened, and a handsome man about Remy’s age stepped out. He was average height and build, but had the face of an angel. With slicked blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips, he reminded her of James Dean. He also favored Remy, but with a softer edge, so much so that she wondered if perhaps this was Remy’s younger brother. Then she remembered Remy saying he didn’t have any siblings.
She closed the driver’s side door and made her way up to the porch with her hands in her pockets. She felt like she was intruding on an intimate moment as Remy launched himself at the man and wrapped him in a ferocious hug, groaning happily in the process. The man slapped Remy’s back with the rough intensity only a man could, while tucking his teary face into his neck with a laugh. She tilted her head away and side eyed them.
Perhaps this was the reason Remy had so easily passed out after the kiss they’d shared at the gas station. Was it her severe lack of a penis that had left him so cold? Was this his homosexual lover? His life partner?
“I was hoping you’d be here, Jason,” Remy said.
“Where else would I be?”
After embracing for a questionable period of time, the two men finally turned to Violet and, upon realizing she was still standing there, both of their smiles immediately fell.
Violet smiled tightly in response, raising a quiet hand of greeting.
“Tell me this isn’t the girl you snatched from the courthouse,” the handsome man, who Violet now knew as “Jason” said. “Please tell me this isn’t Violet Chambers.”
“Guilty as charged.” She shrugged.
“I can’t get rid of her,” Remy grumbled, before looking away from them both.
“Wait, let me get this straight. You’re sticking around on your own accord? For this shmuck?” Jason laughed heartily. “Baby, I hate to be the one to break it to you… but you chose the wrong guy. This one isn’t going to fulfill whatever Stockholm Syndrome, Fifty Shades hostage fantasies you’ve got rolling around in that head of yours. This one’s dull as
“Remy, I’m sorry I had to do that, but…” The sight that met her struck her silent.
Remy was out cold, once more.
Violet was surprised at the feeling of her heart dropping to her feet. He was still high on those meds. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open for more than a few minutes at a time.
That kiss had curled her toes, but he probably wouldn’t even remember it when he finally came to.
She swallowed back the lump that was rising in her throat, and mumbled softly to herself. “Get a grip, Chambers.” With a deep sigh, she threw his sleeping face one last glance before starting the truck and speeding off.
6
Remy went in and out of consciousness as they drove, each time just long enough to give Violet directions to a woodland area of Santa Cruz. She drove obediently, never asking him just where he was leading them, not even as the truck pulled slowly up a winding gravely road that lead to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Violet put the car in park, leaning over the steering wheel to look up at the sky. The rain pattered softly against the truck, but she knew it would be storming soon.
Some angel must’ve been sitting on their shoulder. As soon as it started raining, it would be all but impossible for police choppers to spot this car overhead. For the first time in her life Violet, an avid hater of all things rain, hope it rained all day, and kept raining, until she and Remy were able to clear his name.
She looked to him, passed out in the passenger’s seat. “Remy. We’re here. This is it, right?”
Remy sluggishly awoke, looking about on the verge of death, and looked out to the house in front of them. He climbed out of the car without answering.
Violet watched him move, closing the door behind him as he hobbled up to the front door of the house. She climbed out just as the home’s door opened, and a handsome man about Remy’s age stepped out. He was average height and build, but had the face of an angel. With slicked blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips, he reminded her of James Dean. He also favored Remy, but with a softer edge, so much so that she wondered if perhaps this was Remy’s younger brother. Then she remembered Remy saying he didn’t have any siblings.
She closed the driver’s side door and made her way up to the porch with her hands in her pockets. She felt like she was intruding on an intimate moment as Remy launched himself at the man and wrapped him in a ferocious hug, groaning happily in the process. The man slapped Remy’s back with the rough intensity only a man could, while tucking his teary face into his neck with a laugh. She tilted her head away and side eyed them.
Perhaps this was the reason Remy had so easily passed out after the kiss they’d shared at the gas station. Was it her severe lack of a penis that had left him so cold? Was this his homosexual lover? His life partner?
“I was hoping you’d be here, Jason,” Remy said.
“Where else would I be?”
After embracing for a questionable period of time, the two men finally turned to Violet and, upon realizing she was still standing there, both of their smiles immediately fell.
Violet smiled tightly in response, raising a quiet hand of greeting.
“Tell me this isn’t the girl you snatched from the courthouse,” the handsome man, who Violet now knew as “Jason” said. “Please tell me this isn’t Violet Chambers.”
“Guilty as charged.” She shrugged.
“I can’t get rid of her,” Remy grumbled, before looking away from them both.
“Wait, let me get this straight. You’re sticking around on your own accord? For this shmuck?” Jason laughed heartily. “Baby, I hate to be the one to break it to you… but you chose the wrong guy. This one isn’t going to fulfill whatever Stockholm Syndrome, Fifty Shades hostage fantasies you’ve got rolling around in that head of yours. This one’s dull as
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