Page 118 of Parrish

He didn’t ask what I meant by the question.

There was no need.

The door might not open and a man might not walk in with a bomb, but something was happening in the dark world Jack calls home and in turn, something was happening to me.

“Yeah,” he replies hoarsely. “This is another one of those times.”

The need to pull him away from that darkness called to me. I just wasn’t sure how to give him the light he craves. Pausing, I curl my fingers around his shirt and peer at him from under the fringe of my eyelashes.

“What happens now?” I ask, looking for guidance. I needed him to tell me how I normally act under these circumstances. I don’t know how to respond to the threat of danger, but I know for sure Reina Parrish doesn’t run from the dark.

She stands tall and proud.

Because she isn’t lost.

Not when the man standing in front of her is her home.

Covering my hand with his, he loosens my grip on his shirt. Prepared to have him push me away, he surprises me when he intertwines our fingers.

“You take my hand and we ride out.”

His response is rough.

Raw.

True.

We ride out the storm.

We wait for the gray skies to break.

We find the light and this time, we’re going to find it together.

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