at me because it means you’re still here, and I still have a chance to explain.”
I couldn’t make myself move. I didn’t know how to fight like this. What was he, and why did I react to him? It was too unnatural. A sob escaped, and I shook in his arms.
“No,” he whispered fiercely as he turned me to face him.
I braced my hands against his chest, trying to put space between us. He didn’t seem to notice. He cradled my face and touched his forehead against mine.
“Please,” he whispered. “Give me a chance. Give me time. I’m different, but nothing to fear.” Desperation laced his words.
Nothing to fear? He was everything I feared. How soon before they called Blake? When would he show up to gloat over my stupidity?
“I want my brothers,” I said in a broken whisper.
“Of course. Nana only wanted to protect them. She didn’t want them to see you like this and worry.”
The disbelief I felt showed on my face, but his earnest expression didn’t change. I experimentally pulled away, and he reluctantly dropped his hands. Warily, I watched him as I put distance between us. He straightened and met my gaze steadily. Clotted blood adorned his forehead. Remembering his forehead pressed against mine, I reached up and wiped my face free of tears and potential blood. Emmitt was right; I didn’t want the boys to see me like this, but I wouldn’t leave them in there, either.
I darted a glance to the side and saw Jim sitting on the steps. For the first time ever, he neither teased nor smiled. His sad and concerned gaze tracked my moves.
Angling myself so I could see them both, I reached out to rap my knuckles on the door. It immediately swung open. Nana had a hand on each boy’s shoulder. Gently, she pushed them toward me. Aden and Liam stepped out and curiously looked at the adults around them. I extended my hands and only felt moderate relief when their fingers curled around mine.
Now what? Emmitt watched me. I could still feel his lips on my neck and shivered. I doubted he would let me walk out the front door, but I debated trying. If I would get just one chance, I needed to plan. I was good at waiting...as long as Liam and Aden were safe.
I nudged Aden toward the steps, steering him to the side to give Jim wide berth. Liam trailed behind. I didn’t take a decent breath until we reached Emmitt’s apartment.
The boys remained unusually quiet as I cleaned up the glass, fed them dinner, then got them ready for bed. I considered trying to sneak out with them that night, but Jim still had the truck keys. We wouldn’t get far without a vehicle. So, instead of running, we crawled into bed together, and I took comfort in their little bodies pressed against me. Aden tangled his hands in my hair, again.
I waited until they both slept soundly before I let my tears of frustration fall.
Chapter 7
When I woke, my head ached from too much crying the night before. I hadn’t planned to fall asleep.
Both boys still snuggled beside me, oblivious. Weak light peeked around the window shade. Rain tapped on the roof in a steady rhythm.
Sneaking from bed, I checked the clock in the kitchen. Not that time really mattered. I listlessly sat on one of the stools and dropped my head into my hands. At least in this prison, they allowed us to go outside, I thought.
A soft knock startled me, and I spun around on the stool. I stared at the door, wondering if they’d already called Blake. The bubble of safety I once felt no longer existed.
The knock sounded again, making me flinch and forcing me off the stool. I drifted to the door. Fear weighted my stomach as I set my hand on the knob. I wanted to cry again. Instead, I pulled the door open.
Emmitt stood in the hall. Freshly showered, he still didn’t look like he’d slept or shaved. He took in my puffy, red eyes with a quick glance and stepped into the apartment without
I couldn’t make myself move. I didn’t know how to fight like this. What was he, and why did I react to him? It was too unnatural. A sob escaped, and I shook in his arms.
“No,” he whispered fiercely as he turned me to face him.
I braced my hands against his chest, trying to put space between us. He didn’t seem to notice. He cradled my face and touched his forehead against mine.
“Please,” he whispered. “Give me a chance. Give me time. I’m different, but nothing to fear.” Desperation laced his words.
Nothing to fear? He was everything I feared. How soon before they called Blake? When would he show up to gloat over my stupidity?
“I want my brothers,” I said in a broken whisper.
“Of course. Nana only wanted to protect them. She didn’t want them to see you like this and worry.”
The disbelief I felt showed on my face, but his earnest expression didn’t change. I experimentally pulled away, and he reluctantly dropped his hands. Warily, I watched him as I put distance between us. He straightened and met my gaze steadily. Clotted blood adorned his forehead. Remembering his forehead pressed against mine, I reached up and wiped my face free of tears and potential blood. Emmitt was right; I didn’t want the boys to see me like this, but I wouldn’t leave them in there, either.
I darted a glance to the side and saw Jim sitting on the steps. For the first time ever, he neither teased nor smiled. His sad and concerned gaze tracked my moves.
Angling myself so I could see them both, I reached out to rap my knuckles on the door. It immediately swung open. Nana had a hand on each boy’s shoulder. Gently, she pushed them toward me. Aden and Liam stepped out and curiously looked at the adults around them. I extended my hands and only felt moderate relief when their fingers curled around mine.
Now what? Emmitt watched me. I could still feel his lips on my neck and shivered. I doubted he would let me walk out the front door, but I debated trying. If I would get just one chance, I needed to plan. I was good at waiting...as long as Liam and Aden were safe.
I nudged Aden toward the steps, steering him to the side to give Jim wide berth. Liam trailed behind. I didn’t take a decent breath until we reached Emmitt’s apartment.
The boys remained unusually quiet as I cleaned up the glass, fed them dinner, then got them ready for bed. I considered trying to sneak out with them that night, but Jim still had the truck keys. We wouldn’t get far without a vehicle. So, instead of running, we crawled into bed together, and I took comfort in their little bodies pressed against me. Aden tangled his hands in my hair, again.
I waited until they both slept soundly before I let my tears of frustration fall.
Chapter 7
When I woke, my head ached from too much crying the night before. I hadn’t planned to fall asleep.
Both boys still snuggled beside me, oblivious. Weak light peeked around the window shade. Rain tapped on the roof in a steady rhythm.
Sneaking from bed, I checked the clock in the kitchen. Not that time really mattered. I listlessly sat on one of the stools and dropped my head into my hands. At least in this prison, they allowed us to go outside, I thought.
A soft knock startled me, and I spun around on the stool. I stared at the door, wondering if they’d already called Blake. The bubble of safety I once felt no longer existed.
The knock sounded again, making me flinch and forcing me off the stool. I drifted to the door. Fear weighted my stomach as I set my hand on the knob. I wanted to cry again. Instead, I pulled the door open.
Emmitt stood in the hall. Freshly showered, he still didn’t look like he’d slept or shaved. He took in my puffy, red eyes with a quick glance and stepped into the apartment without
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