gazillion times, and it was getting old.
“I still want to go with you tonight,” I said, hoping my persistence would wear him down. When his lips parted, I raised my hand and continued. “I promise I’ll stick to your side, and I’ll keep my emotions in check.” I gave him a pleading look.
He chewed on his bottom lip. I held my breath in hope he’d change his mind, but then a hard determination entered his eyes, and I knew he wasn’t going to. Right then I decided never to bring it up again. I’d already begged and pleaded with him more than I’d ever have with anybody in my entire life. That sort of behavior wasn’t like me, and I’d be damned if I were going to continue it.
“I can’t have you there, Paige, because then I’d be more focused on your safety than on what needs to be done. Also, you still have a lot to learn.”
“How am I supposed to learn if you keep sheltering me?” I snapped before jumping out of the truck and slamming the door. I stomped across the sidewalk, straight into the store, without glancing back at him.
***
While Nathan was upstairs changing his clothes, I contacted Carrie and Tree to give them my new cell phone number. I didn’t mention Brayden. The urgent need I had earlier to see him had ebbed. Besides, I knew I’d see him eventually anyway and left it up to fate on what recourse I should take when it came to the sticky situation regarding Nathan’s overprotectiveness.
After I bought my cell phone, I’d decided not to fight with him anymore. It wasn’t worth it. So I swallowed my hurt and frustrated feelings and apologized for snapping at him. Truthfully, I wasn’t sorry, but I hated being mad at him. I mean, he was doing what he felt was right, and I imagined my almost dying played a huge role in his behavior. However, I needed to do what I felt was right too.
I didn’t realized until last night Nathan’s intentions on keeping me locked away while he took care of business. I also didn’t realize he had been associating with a dark spirit, which stung me pretty hard. And with my heightened emotions I was still learning to control, it stood to reason why I’d been reacting this way. But now that I was aware of it, I felt better about things.
Yeah, I’d leave it up to fate and would go along with Nathan’s suggestions until I knew what I had to do for me.
“Are you going to do the rite of consciousness tonight?” Nathan asked, entering the living room, dressed in black, looking hot with his short sleeve black T-shirt that accentuated his chiseled form.
I was lying on the couch texting Tree about Nathan going out and laid my cell beside me. “I haven’t really thought about it,” I replied. “Actually, Tree is working in his dad’s garage. I’m thinking about going there to visit with him and Carrie.”
Nathan shot me a wary look, which instantly made me bristle. “I rather you not go anywhere. It’s too dangerous for you, Paige.”
I sat up, and without thinking I blurted, “You’re not my boss!” As soon as the words flew out of my mouth, I bit my lip, reminding myself to control my emotions and not fight with him.
He sat next to me. “You’re right. I’m not your boss, but eventually we’re going to get married, so you need to learn to obey me now.” The corners of his mouth twitched, and we both burst out in laughter.
I clutched his knee and shook it. “That’s a good one,” I said, still laughing.
“I thought so.” He smiled. “But seriously, can’t you invite them over instead?”
I shook my head. “Tree is on a deadline and can’t stop what he’s doing. Carrie is even helping him. In fact, she’s doing an oil change right now.”
Nathan lifted his eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Really?”
I smiled. “I know. She’s becoming a grease monkey herself and doesn’t seem to mind it.”
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