Page 18 of Make Me Trust Again
The sharp, green grass around us is full of flowers.
Bluebonnet Creek.
We are back in Bluebonnet Creek.
“Sorry,” I rasp out.
Pulling back, I get to my feet and help her up before turning my back to her. I run my palm over my face and suck in a sharp breath, willing my heart to slow down. My skin is damp from sweat, hands are trembling, so I curl my fingers into a fist, my nails digging into my skin.
My gaze lands on a piece of the metal gutter that has fallen from the rooftop.
Not bullets.
Soft fingertips touch my arm, and my whole body goes rigid.
I jerk back, breaking the contact, and when I turn around, I find a wide-eyed Rose staring at me.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I bite out, avoiding her gaze. I can’t deal with the concern written all over her face. I don’t deserve anybody’s worry.
The guy steps closer to Rose, placing his hand on her arm as if it belongs there.
I grit my teeth.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
Dog. I have to go and find that dog.
Before either of them can say anything, I get the hell away from there.
CHAPTER FIVE
ROSE
“Mom!” Kyle yells loudly, demanding my attention.
I glance over my shoulder at him to find him bouncing on the balls of his feet. That’s how excited he’s been.
The corner of my mouth lifts upward, fighting a smile.“In a little bit. Patience."
He rolls his eyes.“Hurry up!”
Closing the lid on the plastic container, I stare at the mountain of cookies I have left on the counter. Summer break has started, and since Kyle loves chocolate chip cookies, I’ve decided to bake some, and he offered to help, which is how we spent yesterday afternoon. By the time we were done, there was flour and chocolate everywhere, but I didn’t mind the mess because my boy was giggling the whole time, something I needed after the fiasco of the last few days.
John was still being an asshole about the divorce, and on top of that, my dad found out that I was looking at houses, which caused a whole discussion yesterday during dinner, but I refused to give in.
I am twenty-five, for God’s sake! I can’t live with my parents forever.
Kyle and I need a home of our own. We need space and stability. And yes, maybe Bluebonnet’s real estate market isn’t the best, and the little cottage that’s in our budget is far from perfect, but we can make it work.
Iwillmake it work.
Thinking about the cottage brings surly hazel eyes to the forefront of my mind. The weight of Chase’s body as he pinned me to the ground when that gutter fell. His tall, lean frame pressed against me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man move that fast. The wild look in his eyes, the utter terror.
I bite the inside of my cheek. I wanted to check in on him after what happened. He disappeared so quickly; I didn’t even have time to tell him thank you for saving me.Again.That was twice now, or was it three times?
