
I remember the first time I died. Lie lifeless in a puddle of my blood… And she was there trying to save me.




I remember the first time I died. Lie lifeless in a puddle of my blood… And she was there trying to save me.








He hadn’t appreciated how well he’d slept next to Kenzie in the past. Not until that night, when he dozed off only to wake up in a cold sweat. The third time it happened, he went to the bathroom. As he wandered back to her bed, he saw it was quarter to four in the morning.
His eyes had adjusted to the dark, he found his pants, and quietly pulled them on.
“You’re leaving?” Kenzie croaked.
“Not sleepin’. Means you’re probably not sleepin’. Figure it’s better—”
She turned on her bedside lamp and he squinted. He watched her reach under her pillow and pull out her satin nightie. She got out of the bed, pulled on the nightie, and turned around.
Her eyes blazed at him. “You did not strike me as a runner.”
“Not running. We’re both—”
She leaned forward. “Tired! Whatever, Vaillant! I fucked up and told you how I was feeling because you told me not to bottle shit up and to always be honest with you. Is that a one-way street now?”
“Ken—”
She shook her head. “I hear the placating tone coming my way, and I call bullshit. Seriously, Sam. I gotta be honest with you always, but that courtesy doesn’t extend my way?”
His head turned marginally. She’d turned shit around on him, and he didn’t like it. “What are we fighting about?”
“The double standard, Brute. You don’t have to say you love me, but you don’t feel anything for me?” she asked, throwing an arm out. She shook her head again, and stalked toward the bathroom. “I shouldn’t ask that. Besides, you’re right. It’s probably better if you go. Neither one of us is sleeping, not that I’m likely to sleep now, but have it your way. I’ll lock the front door in five minutes.”
She closed the door to the bathroom, and he heard the lock click. The hollowness in his stomach wasn’t hollow anymore. It burned with a pain he hadn’t felt in a long damn time. He sat on her bed, put his elbows to his knees, hunched over, and held his head in his hands. She was right, he’d given her a double standard.
What the hell was he supposed to do?
He wouldn’t leave her like this, that much he knew. Whether he could make it right with her, remained to be seen.
Waiting for her to come out of the bathroom felt like an eternity.
He turned his head when she opened the door and felt a gut punch. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. That was his fault.
With his eyes on hers, he sat up straight and held a hand out to her. She twisted her lips, but put her hand in his while she slowly made her way to him. He didn’t want her sitting next to him, so he let go of her hand and took her by the hips. She gasped, but her legs spread as he put her on his lap so they were chest-to-chest and face-to-face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Her hands wrapped around his neck. “What for?”
His forefinger traced around her eye. “This. I never want to make you cry, Zee. And, I’m sorry for giving you a double standard.”
Her brows went up even as her chin dipped. She kept quiet.
“I have feelings for you. More damn feelings than I’ve had for a woman in a helluva a long time.”
He heard and felt her shuddering breath. “That goes both ways,” she whispered.
With his forehead against hers, he asked, “You have feelings for a woman, too?”
Her fingers gave his neck a playful squeeze. “No. I have—”
“I got that when you laid the honesty on me, babe. Scares the hell out of me because I haven’t done anything to deserve that.”













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Copyright 2021 Julie Archer
“I know it’s a lot to take in, Seth. You can contact me any time if you’ve got any questions.” Numb, I swallowed hard and nodded. Then, realizing that Carol from Child Protective Services couldn’t see me, I found my voice. “Sure, of course I will. Thank you.” “I’ll be in touch again so we can finalize everything.” I almost nodded again. “Thank you. Talk soon.” The line went dead. It had been a Thursday just like any other. Fixing cars, making plans for the weekend, chatting shit with Maddox. Until the call that spun everything off its axis, turned the world upside down, and any other cliché you’d care to toss in for good measure. My vision swam, legs trembling as I walked out of the office and back into the main part of the garage and over to the car I’d been working on. I grabbed the wrench to pick up where I’d left off, but it tumbled out of my grip clattering on the concrete floor with an almighty crash. “Seth? You okay, buddy?” Maddox Riley called from the other side of the garage. I tried to dislodge the huge lump in my throat, anything but okay. “Yeah, all good,” I managed. “Shit, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost. You’ve gone really pale.” Ha, she was haunting me already. I raked a hand through my hair. If I didn’t tell Maddox what was going on, he’d find out soon enough. I had to hope he was as flexible a landlord as he was a boss. “You got a minute? There’s something you should know.” He glanced up from the engine he’d been looking over. “Sure, gimme a sec.” I headed towards the open door, inhaling a lungful of fresh air. After a couple of minutes, Maddox joined me. “What’s up? Who was on the phone?” “Child Protective Services needed to talk to me about Noah.” Noah was my thirteen-year-old son: the result of an illicit relationship when I was sixteen with a cheerleader two years older than me. “Is he okay?” Slowly, I nodded. He was fine. He hadn’t been in the truck with his mother, her boyfriend, and her parents. He’d been hanging out with one of his buddies playing video games. For once, I thanked God for Noah’s Fortnite obsession. “Then why did CPS need to talk to you?” Maddox rubbed at an oil mark on his wrist, eyes focused on trying to remove it. “There was a car accident.” The lump grew even larger, making it increasingly difficult for me to get the words out. “Hannah, her mom and dad, her boyfriend—” My voice cracked. “Didn’t make it out. They’re gone.” Saying it out loud took some of the burden off of me, and I could at least share it with Maddox. His eyes grew wide, staring silently at me. Disbelief, confusion, anger, grief. Without another word, he pushed me out of the way and pulled on the chains to shut the doors to the garage. “We’re closing,” he stated. “I can’t let you go through this on your own.” Once Maddox had made a few calls to let customers know about the unexpected early finish, we headed upstairs to the tiny apartment above the garage. After I’d come out of jail—a six-month stint for petty theft—Maddox had been my lifeline. He’d offered me a job through an offenders’ rehabilitation program, which had come with the apartment. Its one caveat was I could never be late for work. Taking charge, Maddox got two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator, popped the caps, and handed one to me. We went over to the sofa and sat down at each end. “Have you spoken to Noah?” I shook my head, gulping down the beer. “Not yet.” “What’s going to happen to him?” I chewed on my lips, fingernails scratching at the label on the beer bottle. “I’m his biological father and the only living relative he has. I have to step up. There isn’t anyone else.”
About Julie Archer
Julie Archer is the author of contemporary romance featuring rock stars, small towns, a healthy dose of angst, some steamy times and always a happy ever after! When not writing, she can usually be found binge watching teen drama series on Netflix, or supporting Spurs (the English Premier League football team, not the American basketball team!) from my armchair, and running around after her two feline children, Corey and Elsa. Real angst. Real romance.Follow: Facebook | Instagram | Goodreads | BookBub | Website| Newsletter | Amazon |
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