Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Will I ever be truly safe from him?
Chapter Twelve
Fletcher
Damn it. I should have known better. That explains why she was hesitant to take the family photo at the event. “Baby calm down. I know you are scared, but I swear nothing is going to happen to you. I am never leaving you alone where you are not safe.”
“He is going to find me now.” She cries into my chest. My heart breaks for the fear she is feeling, especially since I am the one who caused it. I should have been thinking, more aware of the actions.
“Look at me Red.” Her gaze undoes me. She looks so broken and defeated. “There is no way he will step foot in this town and no one notices. We are never without protection and friends. Okay?” I can see her eyes trying to take in my words and believe them. “Would it make you feel better if I hired some security for you?”
“No you don’t have to do that.” I move a piece of her hair from her face.
“I know I don't have to, but what do you do when you have something precious and priceless in your possession? You guard it with your life.” She smiles and touches my face. “I have an old buddy of mine, Danhy Jorgensen. He does security now and then. I can call him and ask him and his wife Zoya to come down for a bit. How does that sound?” She begins giggling and I search her face trying to figure out why.
“Danhy is my cousin, silly.” My head begins to spin and then it hits me.
“Wow. I don’t know how I never put that together. You are a Jorgensen as well. I guess because they are in Minnesota and you were from Alaska, I never connected it. Well even better.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you Fletch.” she says, kissing me sweetly. I begin shaking my head.
“It is I who endeavors to deserve you everyday. Now, what do you say we get up and start the day. Maybe seeing patients will take your mind off of everything for the day.”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
The rest of the day goes by like a breeze. The situation is never far from my mind as I am sure it is not from hers either. Which is why the first moment I get to myself, I call Danhy. “Fletcher. How are you? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“Yeah I know. You have been too busy out there making babies and shit.” He chuckles and agrees with me.
“I take it you are not calling for a reunion? What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know if you have heard, but I got married a month or so ago.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. Never thought I would see the day. Who is the lucky lady?”
“That's the funny part. I didn’t realize it, but she is your cousin, Florence.”
“Seriously?”
“I kid you not. The thing is, she has a bit of a serious situation and I need you to come down here and be her security for a while. Of course you can bring your wife and kids if you need to.”
“I heard a little bit about it from my mom, but I thought it was handled. I will absolutely come down. However, I feel I need to tell you that I will only be available for a week, then I have to come back and do a job I was previously contracted for. If the problem hasn't been resolved by the time my job is over, I will come back.”
“Very well. When can we expect you?”
“Tomorrow.” Thank God.
“Thank you so much.”
“Do you want to tell me what is going on?”
“I think she should be the one to tell you.”
“See you soon.” Thank fuck. Now maybe my baby can relax.
Chapter Thirteen
Florence
One Week Later
He’s driving his cock into me yet again and I love it. I love him. I realize that I’ve never said it outloud before.
“I love you,” I scream as my orgasm takes over. Two thrusts later, I feel him fill me.
“Fuck, Red. I love you too,” he says as he pulls out of me.
“You do?”
“Of course I do. How could I not? But it’s about damn time. I’ve been waiting for you to say something for weeks now.”
“What? Why did you wait?”
“I didn’t want to rush you,” he says, pulling out of me and dropping down on the bed beside me. He pulls me closer to him and I smuggle into his chest. His cinnamon scent overwhelms my senses and I want him again already. I shouldn’t, so I squeeze my legs together.
“Thank you for that,” I murmur, stroking my hand over his chest.
“It’s my job to care for you, Florence. For the rest of my life, I’ll always take care of you. Always.”