More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Her gaze finds mine, and something flares in me. Because I would catch her. And the hottest thing is that I think she knows it. Maybe nobody has ever caught her, but I would. I would catch her. I would keep her. Make her mine.
She’s reading? She expects us to spill our guts out there, and she’s in here reading the latest thriller or whatever the fuck. I want to be offended, but something about the way she’s hunched over raises the hairs on my neck. She’s hiding. Afraid. It’s the world’s nerdiest fight-or-flight reaction. I like it.
And now I know why I’m crying: because I’m losing, just like he said I would, because I want to be in this prison of his, enclosed by him, the object of his intense focus, and I know it’s wrong—it’s a wrong thing to like. Maybe it’s myself I’m losing. Maybe it’s my sanity.
My hands tighten on the wheel. “If the shit hits the fan, baby, you run like hell, okay?” “What?” She sounds incredulous. It makes me smile, just a little. She thinks I’m the biggest and the baddest guy here, which is kind of sweet. But she’s wrong.
She’s back down, huddling in the seat. I run my hand over her hair to reassure myself. They didn’t hit us, didn’t hit her, but now I’m pissed. Nobody shoots at Abby.
I go back into the store and get the same book. Stone asks about it when I get back to the mill. I shrug and say it looked interesting. I don’t tell him how the book connects me to her. It’s a little psycho; let’s face it. Maybe deep down I still have this hope she’ll come back, and poof, we’ll have something to talk about.
And so I do the only thing for her I can: I force myself to stop following her. I do what I promised I never would: I let her go.
“Fuck.” I pull on my holster and grab a sawed-off. “She doesn’t like closed spaces. She’ll be scared. She’ll hate to be locked up. What’s the time?”
I hear footsteps behind me, and a smile tugs at my lips. A book lands on the nearby cushion. Pleasure fills me at the sight of the old, loose binding. One shelf is already full of the books Grayson has brought me.
She can never get free from me. And she can never hide from me, not in her journal or her books. Not anywhere.
