Page 17 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
That was loyalty.
That was family.
He rounded the truck and stopped. Then he craned his neck and looked right at me. Not just at me—through me. Like a demon from hell. Minus the glowing red eyes. I squealed and ducked.
I’ll be back.
Yeah, good luck, buddy. I thought bravely.
But I didn’t stand up until I heard the engine fire up, and I was sure they’d left.
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He came back.
This time, I was mentally prepared, unlike our first meeting.
I was distraught then. I had left my family, started a new job, and was trying to meet the moving truck on time.
The reason for him stopping me.
Was it too late for the morning-after pill?
I winced at the thought, then hesitantly placed a hand over my stomach.
His blue eyes flashed in my memory, peering out from beneath that stupid hat—
And my hand dropped away.
It was just one time.
I nibbled on my lip.
A sharp knock at the door made me jump.
I almost shoutedgo away.
“Ms Morgan, don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said through the door.
I waited.
He waited.
“I’ll be watching.”
His voice dropped lower now, but I still heard the promise in it.
I slinked into my bedroom and peeked through the edge of the curtain.
His stride was steady. Unhurried.
The truck door slammed shut.
I let the curtain fall.
He was leaving—for now.
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