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him to.
“If I go with you… will you let Breccan go? ” I ask straightening my shoulders and looking the man I hate more than anything in this world, straight in the eyes.
“No,” he sneers.
“Then you may as well go fuck yourself because there is no way I am leaving here with you,” I hiss at him.
“Wrong again, bitch, ” he states in a matter of fact voice.
I watch as it happens in slow motion...
Stevie lifts his gun and points it right at Breccan’s temple. I feel my feet move me to stop him, but I can’t make any progress. He just seems further away with each step. I run harder and faster without ever reaching him. I feel as if I am stuck in a vacuum.
I hear a loud bang , that makes my ears ring, and watch as blood spatters everywhere. Breccan’s whole frame goes limp. The knowledge hits me like a freight train that my beautiful Adonis is dead.
“NO!” I hear a blood curdling scream … and realize it’s me.
“BRECCAN!”
I jolt upright in bed gasping for breath, disoriented, my heart racing, tears streaming out of my eyes and down my cheeks.
The door to the bedroom I am in opens and Breccan is standing there in his slacks and nothing else.
“Harper, are you okay?” he asks as he rushes to the bed and gathers me into his arms. I face plant into his chest as sobs wrack my body. “Shh. It’s okay, dove. I’m right here baby. What happened?”
“Ni…night…” I try to get it out but the words won’t form. “Oh, God, Breccan!” I sob into his chest, clutching onto his arms, thankful he’s alive and that the very real images my mind conjured up was only a nightmare.
Breccan holds me tighter and b rushes the wisps of hair out of my face, then rubs my back up and down all the while repeatedly murmuring to me, “It’s okay, dove. I’m here. Shh.”
After some time I finally get myself together with numerous broken breaths. I’m sitting in Breccan’s lap on the bed and I slowly pull my head out of his chest and look around the room trying to figure out where we are and what is going on.
Last night and the past few weeks come back to me in a flash. Everything flows through my body like soft waves. I take a deep breath and relax into Breccan. I realize the pain and aches I’ve had the last few weeks are missing and I know it’s because my Adonis is here.
I suddenly feel embarrassed for my crying jag, though I don’t know why. But I’m compelled to mutter, “I’m sorry,” as I wipe my eyes.
Breccan’s fingers lift my chin up and I look into his beautiful eyes, feeling even more apologetic. His dark blonde hair is falling around his face and stubble covers his chiseled jaw. He’s so gorgeous and here I am with red, puffy eyes wondering what on earth this man is doing with me.
“Don’t,” he whispers softly, leans forward and gently presses his lips to mine and trails them up my cheeks brushing my tears away as he goes. “Don’t ever be sorry for letting me comfort you.” His eyes look back into mine. “Never. Okay?”
I nod my head, sniffle a bit and say, “Okay.”
“Good.” He rests his forehead against mine then moves the lower half of his head to press his lips to mine. “Now, let’s get some breakfast in you.”
I nod my head and he picks me up, sets me on the floor next to the bed, grabs his shirt from last night and slips it up my arms and over my shoulders. He fastens two buttons at my chest, smiling a secret smile at me, then leads me out into the main part of the suite.
There is a large breakfast tray set up on the table next to the kitchen. Breccan leads me there , pulls out my chair and I sit down. He pulls out the seat next to me and sits, rather than the one across from me.
“Go ahead and eat,” he orders softly and picks up the cloche from my plate. There are blueberry pancakes, eggs and bacon. I purse my lips off to the side and slide my eyes over to him to see his mouth curved up in a sexy grin and his brows raised as if in a
“If I go with you… will you let Breccan go? ” I ask straightening my shoulders and looking the man I hate more than anything in this world, straight in the eyes.
“No,” he sneers.
“Then you may as well go fuck yourself because there is no way I am leaving here with you,” I hiss at him.
“Wrong again, bitch, ” he states in a matter of fact voice.
I watch as it happens in slow motion...
Stevie lifts his gun and points it right at Breccan’s temple. I feel my feet move me to stop him, but I can’t make any progress. He just seems further away with each step. I run harder and faster without ever reaching him. I feel as if I am stuck in a vacuum.
I hear a loud bang , that makes my ears ring, and watch as blood spatters everywhere. Breccan’s whole frame goes limp. The knowledge hits me like a freight train that my beautiful Adonis is dead.
“NO!” I hear a blood curdling scream … and realize it’s me.
“BRECCAN!”
I jolt upright in bed gasping for breath, disoriented, my heart racing, tears streaming out of my eyes and down my cheeks.
The door to the bedroom I am in opens and Breccan is standing there in his slacks and nothing else.
“Harper, are you okay?” he asks as he rushes to the bed and gathers me into his arms. I face plant into his chest as sobs wrack my body. “Shh. It’s okay, dove. I’m right here baby. What happened?”
“Ni…night…” I try to get it out but the words won’t form. “Oh, God, Breccan!” I sob into his chest, clutching onto his arms, thankful he’s alive and that the very real images my mind conjured up was only a nightmare.
Breccan holds me tighter and b rushes the wisps of hair out of my face, then rubs my back up and down all the while repeatedly murmuring to me, “It’s okay, dove. I’m here. Shh.”
After some time I finally get myself together with numerous broken breaths. I’m sitting in Breccan’s lap on the bed and I slowly pull my head out of his chest and look around the room trying to figure out where we are and what is going on.
Last night and the past few weeks come back to me in a flash. Everything flows through my body like soft waves. I take a deep breath and relax into Breccan. I realize the pain and aches I’ve had the last few weeks are missing and I know it’s because my Adonis is here.
I suddenly feel embarrassed for my crying jag, though I don’t know why. But I’m compelled to mutter, “I’m sorry,” as I wipe my eyes.
Breccan’s fingers lift my chin up and I look into his beautiful eyes, feeling even more apologetic. His dark blonde hair is falling around his face and stubble covers his chiseled jaw. He’s so gorgeous and here I am with red, puffy eyes wondering what on earth this man is doing with me.
“Don’t,” he whispers softly, leans forward and gently presses his lips to mine and trails them up my cheeks brushing my tears away as he goes. “Don’t ever be sorry for letting me comfort you.” His eyes look back into mine. “Never. Okay?”
I nod my head, sniffle a bit and say, “Okay.”
“Good.” He rests his forehead against mine then moves the lower half of his head to press his lips to mine. “Now, let’s get some breakfast in you.”
I nod my head and he picks me up, sets me on the floor next to the bed, grabs his shirt from last night and slips it up my arms and over my shoulders. He fastens two buttons at my chest, smiling a secret smile at me, then leads me out into the main part of the suite.
There is a large breakfast tray set up on the table next to the kitchen. Breccan leads me there , pulls out my chair and I sit down. He pulls out the seat next to me and sits, rather than the one across from me.
“Go ahead and eat,” he orders softly and picks up the cloche from my plate. There are blueberry pancakes, eggs and bacon. I purse my lips off to the side and slide my eyes over to him to see his mouth curved up in a sexy grin and his brows raised as if in a
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