Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to leave, Harmony? I will if you’d rather be alone. It’s just…you asked me to stay last night and I didn’t want you to be upset if you woke up and I was gone. Of course, you could be upset that I stayed.”
Frowning, Preston shook his head and turned around as he headed out the door. Pursing my lips together, I kept my giggle suppressed. “Preston, please don’t leave. It’s five in the morning.”
He must have noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably from the cold draft that blew through this old house. Or because I was eyeing him up and down…again.
“Shit, let me go get a shirt on.” Spinning on his heels, Preston disappeared.
Pushing the covers off me, I noticed I was in a T-shirt and sweats. I wondered if I had changed into these clothes or if Preston had changed me. God, I hoped I’d changed myself. I was pretty sure I hadn’t shaved under my arms in two weeks.
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of my bedroom and leaned over the railing. Closing my eyes briefly, I let out a sigh. Oh Lord, do I feel like crap. My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like a bar. I think my drinking days are over, before they even really got started. “Preston? I’m going to jump in the shower. I feel like shit and my mouth tastes worse.”
He appeared before my eyes as he looked up at me. “How about I make you some breakfast?”
Laughing, I brushed him off and said, “Ha! If you can find food in this house and make a meal out of it, I’ll spend the entire day doing what you want to do.”
Winking at me, Preston said, “Deal.”
Smiling weakly, I turned and headed back into my bedroom and to the master bathroom. Turning on the hot water, I stripped out of my clothes and walked into the shower. Letting the water move across my body, I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Moving my face into the water, I made a decision. These feelings that I was feeling…these confusing feelings…I was going to push them away and lock them somewhere deep down inside. My husband and child had just died a few months ago and I was drooling over another man.
Placing my hands over my face, I leaned against the shower wall and slowly slid down as I cried.
After a few minutes of sobbing, I looked up. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never experienced these feelings about anyone other than Trey. The way I’m feeling about Preston is ten times stronger and it is confusing the hell out of me. Please…please just make the pain go away. Burying my face in my hands again, my body shook as sobs rolled through me. “I’m so scared. Please help me.”
Please, God. Please.
Chapter 8
Just Friends
Preston
Opening up Harmony’s refrigerator, I attempted to find some sort of food to work with. I was met with pretty much an empty refrigerator. “Jesus, no wonder she looks like she’s lost weight.” Pushing a bag of lettuce out of the way, I saw some eggs. Reaching in, I pulled them out.
Smiling, I whispered, “Perfect.” Taking another look around, I saw a purple onion and a green pepper. The pepper felt a bit soft but I thought it was workable.
Setting the eggs down next to the onion and bell pepper, I searched for a bowl and a frying pan.
Once I got the eggs beaten and poured over the sautéed onion and peppers, I put a dash of salt on it and some black pepper. Taking a look around, I took in Harmony’s place. I wasn’t sure how I should be feeling. Harmony’s nightmare did a number on me when I heard her screaming out TJ’s name. I almost dropped to my knees on the stairs when I heard it.
Then the way she was looking at me like she wanted me had me even more confused. The look was gone as fast as it came. I was crazy for even thinking about having any sort of relationship with Harmony. She was a friend. That was it.
Bullshit, Ward. She is more than a friend.
Closing my eyes, I thought back to last night when I helped her get undressed. The moment she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, I wanted to take her right then and there. Especially when she began flirting. Luckily, she passed out and I finished getting her dressed while I thought of every scary movie I could think of. And the puke in her hair. The puke in her hair gagged me every time I looked at it. Every time my dick started to come up, I’d look at the puke.
“Daydreaming?”
Jumping practically out of my own skin, I snapped my eyes open and saw Harmony standing in front of me. Her blond hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun that sat on top of her head. She had on a New York Yankees pinstriped baseball jersey and sweatpants that read PINK on the side of them.