The air was heavy between us as we sat around the coffee table again. I took my usual place on the loveseat and he took his usual place on the floor, propped against the futon. I curled my knees to my chest and started to trace my teeth with my fingers while I waited for him to say something. Anything.
Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One HUNTED: Chapter Two HUNTED: Chapter Three HUNTED: Chapter Four HUNTED: Chapter Five HUNTED: Chapter Six HUNTED: Chapter Seven HUNTED: Chapter Eight HUNTED: Chapter Nine HUNTED: Chapter 10 Eleven. Officer Finn Holland: I watch the clip for the fifth time and I feel victorious. Yet, I also have a sinking feeling … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Eleven
I reach out and cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs resting below his eyes, catching his tears. “Me too, Jax, me too.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me tightly. My arms squeeze around his neck and I feel him start to shake. We stay like that for awhile, crying together, grieving together, trying to find solace.
“I just witnessed my best friend get murdered and survived two gunshots! If I feel like getting drunk I am going too.” I snap. They were right though, I never drank. It wasn’t my thing but hours ago we laid Juliet to rest and I realized that her murderer could have been watching us, or me rather, for awhile. Call me crazy but that was a hard pill to swallow.
I recently made the decision to start consulting with Pampered Chef. I choose to do this because it was a great way to earn a little extra income, which goes into our savings account for when we move back to Washington. Additionally I choose to start a Pampered Chef business because I love their products … Continue reading Cooking With Cast Iron
There are these moments in life were it all seems too good to be true. These glimpses into pure joy that cause your whole body to freeze because the news is just too good to be true. For example, when David proposed I stood there in such shock that I didn't say anything. Even though … Continue reading Three Years In The Making
Every year on the first I feel sad. I am not sure why because it is usually a time of happy and new beginnings. I guess I begin to question my life and really ponder the impact I made in the year past. Did I make a difference in someones life? Did I fail? Did … Continue reading Goodbye 2015…You were good to me
The Creepiest Santa Ever: I'm not sure if the doll, the little girl, or the grandma is the weirdest thing in this picture: There are no words... No words at all... Haha oh man! Family Christmas Photo! Look at those cheeks... This is just adorable: Snow Baby:
It was an idea. A thought. A plea. A hope. Almost a dream. A desire so deep. And I loved. Loved the thought so immensely. I wanted him and I swear I could feel him growing inside me. I could tell you his name and the color of his eyes. Big and round like mine … Continue reading HIM