Beyond Reason Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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His jaw drops before recovering quickly. He smirks at me and lifts his beer to his lips. After a slow swig, he lowers it. “Right. I understand. It was good to meet you.” He tips his hat. “Janie.”

When he calls her by a nickname, I take a step toward him, but Jane grabs me around the waist. She plasters herself to me and shakes her head. “No, don’t, Grant. He’s not worth it. Let it go.”

I make it through the rest of the party without any mishap. At the first sign of the party dwindling down, I make a break for it after thanking everyone again.

The whole ride home, I’m quiet and trying to contain my rage.

We pull into the driveway, and I follow her up the steps to the house. I need a few minutes to calm down and plan to go out to the garage, but she stops me. “Are we going to talk about this?”

I should hold back, I know I should. “Sure, let’s talk about it. Raymond wants to fuck you… or has he already?”

She rears back as if I’ve hit her. “You asshole.”

She walks away from me, and she gets down the hall before I come to my senses. “Jane.”

She doesn’t stop, though. She stomps up the stairs, and I follow behind her. “Jane, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

She turns so fast I almost run into her. “But you thought it. You seriously thought that I would do… that… with him?”

She’s a step higher than me, making us face to face. “No… I don’t know… He wants you and he has a fuckin’ nickname for you.”

She laughs, and it sounds cynical and etched with pain. “First of all, yeah, he wants me even after telling him that I was married. Some men are just dumbasses.”

I go almost blind with fury. “Did he touch you? I’ll kill him.”

“No, Grant, geez, listen to yourself. He didn’t touch me. He’s a harmless flirt. He’s been here one time, and I didn’t even hire him. The neighbors felt bad about the window and sent him to fix it. I didn’t even know he’d be there today.”

“He talked to you like you were close… like—”

I stop myself, unable to even say the words I’m thinking. The thought of another man touching Jane drives me mad.

She grabs on to my shoulders. “Listen to me, Grant, and listen good because I’m not going to say this again. In the last seven years, you’re the only man I’ve let touch me. You’re the only man I’ve wanted, the only man I’ve slept with.”

It feels as if I’ve run a mile instead of just standing here talking to her. She doesn’t understand how I feel about her. The thought of another man touching her makes me crazy. “I’m sorry—” I begin.

She shakes her head side to side. “You were right, Grant. We don’t know each other. You don’t trust me. You fucked me the other night, and since then you act as if you can barely stand to be around me.” She starts to cry in earnest. “You say you want me, and you act like you’re jealous, but I’m standing right here. I’m in your house. I’m wearing your ring, and you act like you don’t even want me in your bed.”

“It’s not…” I start, but she doesn’t let me finish.

She puts her hand out. “Please, don’t follow me. I need some time to myself. I need to think about things.”

She turns and runs up the stairs. I can hear her sobbing as she slams her bedroom door. I’ve completely fucked this up, and I’m not sure how I’m going to fix it.

CHAPTER 9

JANE

I had such high hopes for when Grant came home. I thought we would finally be together, and everything would turn out okay. Little did I know it would all fall apart in less than a week.

I know he’s exhausted. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not sleeping well.

I should be mad at him right now, and I’m not sure what it says about me that I’m not. A part of me is happy he’s jealous. I mean, he has no reason to be, but the fact that he is tells me that he feels something at least.

I wish there was someone I could talk to. I could call any of my friends, but since they don’t know the whole story on how Grant and I got married, I really don't want to get into it with them now. I wish… dang, I wish I could talk to Grant. Like we did when he was away.

I eye my purse lying on the dresser where I dropped it when I came in. Can I do it? Should I do it?

Before I can talk myself out of it, I pad over to the dresser, dig the phone out of my purse, and call Grant. I can hear the ringing downstairs as I sit cross-legged on the bed.



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