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Authors: Chiah Wilder
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Jack. You don’t have to come to the group session tomorrow because your school is having an event. Remember to practice your sounds like I taught you. I gave you the recording, so keep going over it until Thursday, okay?”
“Uh-huh. Let’s go eat now, Dad.” Jack skipped away toward the front doors.
Addie laughed and went back in her office. As she rummaged through a stack of books on the floor, spiced cologne wafted around her. She jerked up then spun around, her gaze landing on Chas as he stood in her office, a lopsided grin on his face.
“Did Jack forget something?” she asked.
“No, I did.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve been a bad boy, Ms. O’Leary. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look and to give you this.” Before she could react, he had her in his arms, his hand on the side of her head, gently pushing her hair back. Then his mouth was on hers, tender and amazing. Chas pulled away, his top lip barely grazing against hers. Breathing loudly, he released her. His heated gaze lingered on her lips before he caressed his fingers over her cheek, and walked out. “See you Thursday, Ms. O’Leary,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered away.
Addie, frozen in place, touched her bottom lip. Her mind reeled, and her heart slowed down and skipped at the same time. Joy bubbled through her, even though her muscles twitched and her stomach twisted. It was like she was happy and nervous at the same time; like she was out of control, but totally content with it. Oh, fuck, am I in big trouble.
Walking over to the window, she saw Jack secured on the motorcycle. The sun dipped lower over the mountains, and Chas, taking a leather jacket from the seat, shrugged it on. The Insurgents’ skull logo grinned menacingly at her. Icy fingers seized her stomach and her bad-news radar went off the charts. All the joyful, fizzy bubbles inside her were popped by one word—Insurgents. There was no way she could be mixed up with an outlaw. She had already fled from a criminal in Chicago two years back, and she had no intention of having any involvement with another one.
Watching Chas ride off, she wondered how someone who treated his son with so much love and whose lips kissed her so tenderly, could be an outlaw. Replaying his gentle caress on her face, she shivered as she realized that same hand had probably killed and maimed people. She had to erase the one-percenter out of her mind and off her lips.
Why the hell am I sucker for bad boys?
Damn!
Chapter Six
H er phone ringing startled Addie out of her thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Is Addie there?” a male voice asked.
“Speaking.”
“Hi, Addie, this is Matt from The Idle Hour bookstore. Your copy of The Nightingale has just come in on a reorder for the store. I just wanted to let you know. I can put it on a two-day hold.”
“No, I’ll stop by and pick it up. What time do you close?”
“We close in thirty minutes, but I can stay longer if you can’t make it before then.”
“I’m leaving early tonight, so I should be able to make it. I’ll see you soon.”
Addie smiled. The Idle Hour was her favorite bookstore. The owner, Matt, stocked his store with the usual bestsellers, but the nooks and crannies were filled with gems for the avid reader: out-of-print books, foreign authors, independent authors, and local writers. Addie had spent many hours and dollars at her favorite shop. Whenever a book she ordered came in, her body quivered in anticipation, and she never lost the thrill of sitting down on her couch, new book in hand, and reading the first sentence. The excitement hit her each and every time.
Her mood substantially lifted, Addie hummed to herself as she cleared off her desk and locked her office door. Pausing at the main counter, Addie flashed a quick grin to Margaret. “I’m beat. Are you okay closing up alone?” Addie looked around the near-empty library.
“Of course, dear. Go on.” Margaret patted Addie’s hand.
“Thanks. I’ll see you
“Uh-huh. Let’s go eat now, Dad.” Jack skipped away toward the front doors.
Addie laughed and went back in her office. As she rummaged through a stack of books on the floor, spiced cologne wafted around her. She jerked up then spun around, her gaze landing on Chas as he stood in her office, a lopsided grin on his face.
“Did Jack forget something?” she asked.
“No, I did.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve been a bad boy, Ms. O’Leary. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look and to give you this.” Before she could react, he had her in his arms, his hand on the side of her head, gently pushing her hair back. Then his mouth was on hers, tender and amazing. Chas pulled away, his top lip barely grazing against hers. Breathing loudly, he released her. His heated gaze lingered on her lips before he caressed his fingers over her cheek, and walked out. “See you Thursday, Ms. O’Leary,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered away.
Addie, frozen in place, touched her bottom lip. Her mind reeled, and her heart slowed down and skipped at the same time. Joy bubbled through her, even though her muscles twitched and her stomach twisted. It was like she was happy and nervous at the same time; like she was out of control, but totally content with it. Oh, fuck, am I in big trouble.
Walking over to the window, she saw Jack secured on the motorcycle. The sun dipped lower over the mountains, and Chas, taking a leather jacket from the seat, shrugged it on. The Insurgents’ skull logo grinned menacingly at her. Icy fingers seized her stomach and her bad-news radar went off the charts. All the joyful, fizzy bubbles inside her were popped by one word—Insurgents. There was no way she could be mixed up with an outlaw. She had already fled from a criminal in Chicago two years back, and she had no intention of having any involvement with another one.
Watching Chas ride off, she wondered how someone who treated his son with so much love and whose lips kissed her so tenderly, could be an outlaw. Replaying his gentle caress on her face, she shivered as she realized that same hand had probably killed and maimed people. She had to erase the one-percenter out of her mind and off her lips.
Why the hell am I sucker for bad boys?
Damn!
Chapter Six
H er phone ringing startled Addie out of her thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Is Addie there?” a male voice asked.
“Speaking.”
“Hi, Addie, this is Matt from The Idle Hour bookstore. Your copy of The Nightingale has just come in on a reorder for the store. I just wanted to let you know. I can put it on a two-day hold.”
“No, I’ll stop by and pick it up. What time do you close?”
“We close in thirty minutes, but I can stay longer if you can’t make it before then.”
“I’m leaving early tonight, so I should be able to make it. I’ll see you soon.”
Addie smiled. The Idle Hour was her favorite bookstore. The owner, Matt, stocked his store with the usual bestsellers, but the nooks and crannies were filled with gems for the avid reader: out-of-print books, foreign authors, independent authors, and local writers. Addie had spent many hours and dollars at her favorite shop. Whenever a book she ordered came in, her body quivered in anticipation, and she never lost the thrill of sitting down on her couch, new book in hand, and reading the first sentence. The excitement hit her each and every time.
Her mood substantially lifted, Addie hummed to herself as she cleared off her desk and locked her office door. Pausing at the main counter, Addie flashed a quick grin to Margaret. “I’m beat. Are you okay closing up alone?” Addie looked around the near-empty library.
“Of course, dear. Go on.” Margaret patted Addie’s hand.
“Thanks. I’ll see you
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