Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
So we play this game and dance this dance while I stand between her and everything else, which I will do until my last breath. The one thing I won’t do is stop her from doing what she wants. I could try to slow her down some when she rushes full steam ahead, but with each new development, I’m going to be there to guide her. The day that stops is the day the known world is fucked.
“What is it that you’re really afraid of Colt?”
“Take a wild guess.”
“If I had to, I would say you fear that she is worse than you. Why do you think that?”
“Because she’s a fucking living, breathing weapon.”
EPILOGUE
“Well, that’s just not fair.” I glared over at him, which he ignored.
“What’s not fair about it?” He’s being so calm that I want to slap him one. I guess that’s the hormones talking because the next second, I regretted even having the thought.
“I just want to know what’s happening. Why can’t I know?” I sounded like a petulant child but didn’t care.
“Because there’s nothing else you need to know.” He had finally taken my cloned phone along with everything else Cierra had sent me, so now I had no way of staying in touch secretly or knowing what was going on.
He did have a point, at least partially, because I had all the answers I needed as far as where we were concerned. For one, Jack had given up the fact that one of his modus operandi was signing himself into rehab centers for the wealthy and targeting those he found to be the weakest.
Trudy wasn’t exactly chosen randomly; he or someone he works with knew who she was and what her connection to me was. Because she was always either high or drunk, even at rehab, it was easy for him to talk her into recommending him, and the rest is history.
What I didn’t know is that my husband knew what was going on from the beginning and still hired him anyway. He didn’t involve me because he never had any plans to until the day he saw me taking his picture from my car. Knowing that he pretty much knew what I was up to from the get-go is still something I’m trying to wrap my head around. Though, he claims that there were times when he gave me space and didn’t try to tap into my thoughts.
Now I have to live with him always on my ass, even more than usual. But what is usual, come to think of it? I believe him when he says he doesn’t spy on me or eavesdrop on my life and that he would only do that if I was in danger. The fact that he would even know is something I’m learning to deal with.
“Still, I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t get to see this thing through to the end.”
“Do you want to see what happened at the end?”
“What do you mean?” We were sitting up in bed reading, him something for work and me this new age book on home delivery.
Mark had already vetoed the idea, and at this point, I’m just reading it to get under his skin because I don’t think I would trust giving birth to multiples anywhere other than a hospital with a full staff on deck.
“Come with me.” He put his work away and reached for my hand to help me off the bed. I’m not even showing yet and already he’s so overprotective. We planned to tell the kids when they came home this weekend, though, even though it's early days yet.
Mark and I had had lots of conversations in the last couple of weeks since the whole Jessica and Jack thing died down, and one of the things we are most focused on is making sure our older kids do not feel as though they’re being replaced.
We’ve already started looking into ways and things to do with them to instill that fact because, for some reason, it’s something I’m very wary of. Maybe I should stop reading specific forums that only dwell on that very thing.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” We ended up in the theatre room. “You’re sure you want to know what happened to them?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I could tell that he was having second thoughts already, and I rushed to my favorite seat before he could change his mind.
For some strange reason, he placed his hand over my tummy for almost a minute before coming to a decision. “Why are we in here anyway?”
“You’ll see.” He picked up the phaser and turned on the large screen that dropped down from above. I could see from his hesitation that he was still doubting himself, but I didn’t say anything; I let him come to the decision on his own because I still didn’t know why we were here of all places.