Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“She’s a good mom. I think she questions herself sometimes, but I wouldn’t change anything about her. She’s done the best she can.”
“It’s always been the two of you. Lo and I understand that because it’s always been us. I wanted a family but could never find my match and then…”
“My mom?” I laugh. “She can match anything someone throws her way.”
“That she can.” He smiles. “I was honestly worried at first. You are such a sweet girl and very easy to love, as my son has shown.”
“What worried you?” I link my fingers together in front of me and try not to fidget.
“At the same time as I was trying to build a wall I was also trying to pull your mother closer. Even knowing what she was up to all along, I was failing. I worried she’d up and disappear with you. Not only with herself but with you too—a girl that my son was already falling in love with. A girl I knew I could easily see as my daughter if I allowed myself to let it happen.”
“Wow.” I didn’t see that coming. He was only trying to protect Apollo and himself too. “With our past, that’s understandable,” I admit.
“No, it’s not understandable. You’re a young woman, and I shouldn’t have been so cold. I apologize,” he says again. “I want you to stay as long as you like, if not forever.” He pushes off the desk he’s been leaning against. “I’ve been so wrong thinking you could take Lo, instead of realizing that you have made him better. You’ve helped him find himself, and I’ve never been prouder of my son.”
He comes close to me, and before I realize what’s happening, he wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug. The feeling of his kindness and the welcome into his heart makes tears sting my eyes.
“What’s going on?” Apollo asks, the edge clear in his voice. Rory’s arms drop, and he takes a step back. “What the fuck, why is she crying?” He puts the tray of food down and comes to me.
“I’m fine,” I rush to say. “I’m more than fine. Your dad is an amazing man.” I watch as the tension melts from Apollo.
“He is,” he agrees. Rory gives Apollo a side hug before he leaves the bedroom. “Is everything really okay?” he asks me when his father is out of earshot.
“Yes. It was actually nice to clear the air between us.” I walk over and sit down on the bed. “It was a bit awkward being here at first, but now…” I shrug. I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere. After two weeks of sharing a bed with Apollo, it’s going to suck to sleep alone again. Not that we’re even doing more than cuddling.
“Then we can move the rest of your stuff in.” He picks up the tray of food and brings it over to the bed.
“Okay, let's not get carried away.” I laugh, but I can tell from Apollo’s expression he’s not joking. He’s been stiff and on edge since all of this went down, and he barely leaves my side. I’m not sure how I’m going to get him to relax ever again.
“I don’t think I’m getting carried away. This house is the safest place in Craven Cove.” He picks up a slice of buttered toast and hands it to me.
“That’s ridiculous. What happened was an accident. I can’t stay locked in this room forever.”
As I take a bite of the buttery goodness, the expression that crosses Apollo’s face makes me think he’s not telling me something.
“Did you already move me in here?” I glance around the room to see if I missed something. I think my mom would have said something last night when she was in here watching a movie with me. There aren't piles of boxes lying around.
“I wish,” he mutters under his breath. I smile while taking another bite of my toast. “But there is something I haven’t told you. About the car that hit us.”
“You said they were okay,” I say as he stands from the bed. I knew it was the other person's fault but was told the person was okay. “Oh god. Did someone die?” He shakes his head, and I release a breath. “What the hell, Apollo?” He’s scaring the crap out of me.
“I didn’t want you getting upset.” He runs his fingers through his hair, looking flustered. What could be worse than someone dying? “It was Amber,” he finally blurts out.
“But she’s okay?” She’s a bitch, but I still don’t want her dead. I recall her passing us when we were leaving the party and worrying that she’d been drinking. Shit.
“I’m not sure I’d call her okay.” His tone is thick with anger.
“She did it on purpose.” I piece it all together and as I do, a tear slips out. “Sometimes I think the world is against us being together.”