Troubled Waters (The Lake Trilogy, Book 2) by AnnaLisa Grant Page B
Authors: AnnaLisa Grant
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Furtick is only charged with following me in case Marcus comes back so everyone else can come and go as they please. So far, Taylor and Cline have kept close tabs on him. He’s still with some girl in Charlotte and hasn’t returned to his place in Davidson. Having such firm tabs on him means that the last month has been the most relaxed I’ve had since the night he accosted me in the parking lot at school. I’m hoping this girl he’s been staying with is the reason he’s staying in Charlotte, and that he’s moved on from his delusions about what he thinks we have together.
Furtick enters from his side of the house adjusting his gun holster over his fitted white t-shirt, gun included. Once he layers one of his signature plaid button-ups, you can’t even tell it’s there. He nods at Will as he does every day, and gives me a straight-faced wink.
Wesley Furtick and I have an interesting relationship. He loves me like a sister and I annoy him as such. We argue over my tenacious tendencies with him winning because, really, it doesn’t matter what I want. My family’s safety is of supreme priority. Even though we fight, I love him dearly and can’t imagine our lives without him. Now that I carry his story with him, our relationship is even more wonderfully complicated, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
After breakfast and a quick review of my Psych 101 reading assignment, we’re out the door and headed for campus. I always find it amazing that Will and I can weave in and out of traffic, merge onto the highway, and take unplanned short-cuts, and Furtick never loses us. I can only imagine the choice words he has for Will when he plays the let’s see if we can lose Furtick game.
Will and I have found a quiet, yet public, place to spend our time in between classes. Furtick didn’t want it too secluded so he could still keep a close eye on me. There is so much to catch up on, so much time that I just want to spend staring at Will, touching his face, taking him in.
There’s been so much of my boring, everyday life that I want to share with Will. There have been so many times I’ve seen, heard, or experienced something and picked up my phone to text Will only to be disappointed with the reminder that there was no Will to text.
Today, though, instead of our usual spot, we decide to pop into the coffee shop. Finn’s eyes light up as he sees me. When he realizes that I’m not alone, he raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“Hey, Layla! Where have you been? I’ve missed my chai tea latte girl!” He’s excited and animated and Will isn’t quite sure what to make of him. I haven’t really talked about my budding friendship with Finn and his familiarity with me causes Will to tighten his gasp on my hand.
“Hey Finn! How’s my favorite barista guy?” I say, giving him a half hug over the counter with my free arm. Will stiffens his arm so my range of motion is restricted.
“I’m good, but cut the crap…who’s your guy?” Finn has the same subtlety as Gwen, which is probably why I like him so much.
“I’m John…the boyfriend.” Will says firmly. He has yet to know that Finn is the least of his worries. This is the first time I’ve heard him call himself John . It’s strange but I must get used to it since I’m supposed to call him this anytime we step foot outside the house.
“Boyfriend? That explains your MIA status over the last few weeks. You must be something pretty special. She’s been through a lot. Don’t hurt her.” Finn gives Will a strong look of brotherly intimidation.
“I know. I’ll take good care of her.” Will smiles. Finn softens his face, satisfied with Will’s response, and Will loosens his vise grip on my hand.
“How does stalker boy feel about this?” he asks as he begins to make my drink.
“Stalker boy doesn’t know. He hasn’t been around, but if you see him, please promise you’ll call me.”
“Anything for you, Layla. It’s nice
Furtick is only charged with following me in case Marcus comes back so everyone else can come and go as they please. So far, Taylor and Cline have kept close tabs on him. He’s still with some girl in Charlotte and hasn’t returned to his place in Davidson. Having such firm tabs on him means that the last month has been the most relaxed I’ve had since the night he accosted me in the parking lot at school. I’m hoping this girl he’s been staying with is the reason he’s staying in Charlotte, and that he’s moved on from his delusions about what he thinks we have together.
Furtick enters from his side of the house adjusting his gun holster over his fitted white t-shirt, gun included. Once he layers one of his signature plaid button-ups, you can’t even tell it’s there. He nods at Will as he does every day, and gives me a straight-faced wink.
Wesley Furtick and I have an interesting relationship. He loves me like a sister and I annoy him as such. We argue over my tenacious tendencies with him winning because, really, it doesn’t matter what I want. My family’s safety is of supreme priority. Even though we fight, I love him dearly and can’t imagine our lives without him. Now that I carry his story with him, our relationship is even more wonderfully complicated, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
After breakfast and a quick review of my Psych 101 reading assignment, we’re out the door and headed for campus. I always find it amazing that Will and I can weave in and out of traffic, merge onto the highway, and take unplanned short-cuts, and Furtick never loses us. I can only imagine the choice words he has for Will when he plays the let’s see if we can lose Furtick game.
Will and I have found a quiet, yet public, place to spend our time in between classes. Furtick didn’t want it too secluded so he could still keep a close eye on me. There is so much to catch up on, so much time that I just want to spend staring at Will, touching his face, taking him in.
There’s been so much of my boring, everyday life that I want to share with Will. There have been so many times I’ve seen, heard, or experienced something and picked up my phone to text Will only to be disappointed with the reminder that there was no Will to text.
Today, though, instead of our usual spot, we decide to pop into the coffee shop. Finn’s eyes light up as he sees me. When he realizes that I’m not alone, he raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“Hey, Layla! Where have you been? I’ve missed my chai tea latte girl!” He’s excited and animated and Will isn’t quite sure what to make of him. I haven’t really talked about my budding friendship with Finn and his familiarity with me causes Will to tighten his gasp on my hand.
“Hey Finn! How’s my favorite barista guy?” I say, giving him a half hug over the counter with my free arm. Will stiffens his arm so my range of motion is restricted.
“I’m good, but cut the crap…who’s your guy?” Finn has the same subtlety as Gwen, which is probably why I like him so much.
“I’m John…the boyfriend.” Will says firmly. He has yet to know that Finn is the least of his worries. This is the first time I’ve heard him call himself John . It’s strange but I must get used to it since I’m supposed to call him this anytime we step foot outside the house.
“Boyfriend? That explains your MIA status over the last few weeks. You must be something pretty special. She’s been through a lot. Don’t hurt her.” Finn gives Will a strong look of brotherly intimidation.
“I know. I’ll take good care of her.” Will smiles. Finn softens his face, satisfied with Will’s response, and Will loosens his vise grip on my hand.
“How does stalker boy feel about this?” he asks as he begins to make my drink.
“Stalker boy doesn’t know. He hasn’t been around, but if you see him, please promise you’ll call me.”
“Anything for you, Layla. It’s nice
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