Written in Ink Excerpt 5

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(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

 

What the hell had she been thinking? Autumn didn’t just react when it came to her life. She couldn’t afford to. It might look like she went from job to job, place to place, without second thoughts or a care in her head, but she worked hard at that misconception. She didn’t move without doing as much research as possible so she could make sure she wasn’t followed. Or at least be as sure as she could. She also didn’t take jobs randomly, despite the fact that she had held so many since high school her resume looked as if it had been patchworked from four different people rather than merely one. That was, of course, if she’d actually had a resume…

Yet when Meghan has approached her with the offhand comment of helping Griffin, she’d said yes. Griffin’s sister had wanted to help her brother but knew she couldn’t do it all. While Autumn was happy Meghan wasn’t trying to take everything on herself, she shouldn’t have said yes to the other woman.

It made no sense.

Sure she could clean, cook, organize, program and pretty much do most of the things Meghan thought Griffin needed, but she shouldn’t have said yes. The damned man had called her Fall.

Yeah, he’d rolled his eyes after he’d said it, so at least he hadn’t been too serious. And to be honest, she’d laughed a little at the joke because it was that bad, but still. She shouldn’t be getting closer to the Montgomerys. She should be severing ties so she could pack up and leave as soon as she could. She’d done her damndest over time to make sure no one truly knew who she was. That way, by the time she moved away, people would only remember a faint whisper of her presence. Unlike here, where she’d been given nicknames and worked with the whole family in one way or another.

The damn Montgomerys sure knew how to wrap a person up in their web of family, connection, and happiness.

It was enough to give a girl on the run an ulcer.

 

Well, shit.