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inside of my wrist that caused my whole body to heat up. And then her soft, soothing voice was floating through my mind. "I love you, Kyle…keep me safe."
"Always," I mumbled, the sound of her light breathing lulling me into a blissful state of oblivion.
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Chapter Four
Lee
"Open the door, Linda." I watched Kyle rap his knuckles against the red painted door and sighed, my breath cutting through the ice cold air.
Rubbing my hands together in a bid to keep warm, I shuffled around from foot to foot. I was getting pretty sick of watching that man being ignored and treated like this. Neither of us had seen Linda since well before Christmas and aside from a card in the post and a very brief text message to Kyle's phone on New Year's Day, she'd made no further contact with us. Something was going on with her, that much was obvious, but ignoring and avoiding Kyle was crippling him. She was the only parent he'd ever known, his one constant rock, and in the past six months she'd been edging away from him. It was now at the point where she had resigned from her position of manager at the hotel – Kyle had received that piece of news via Mike – and was avoiding him like the plague.
Walking around the house, I peeked through each window, checking for signs of life. "No sign," I called out.
"Come on, Linda," Kyle groaned as he knocked harder. "Answer the damn door… please . I'm freezing my nuts off out here."
He took his phone from his pocket, fiddled with the screen before he held it to his ear. "Yeah, here's a message for you," he snarled into his cell. "This is bullshit, Linda." Pulling his gray beanie hat off his head, Kyle ran a hand through his hair as he continued to speak colorfully to what I presumed was Linda's voicemail. "I'm worried about you for Christ's sake. Why the hell are you acting like this?" he growled. "Please just call me back and let me know you're okay."
Stalking towards me, Kyle grabbed my arm with his free hand and led me back to the car. "I don't give a damn what your sister says," he continued, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he opened the passenger door for me. "I know something's up." He watched me with intense blue eyes as I climbed in slowly.
Closing my door, Kyle walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat. "Call me within a week or I'm flying out to see Patty," he said gruffly before ending the call. Dropping his phone on his lap, Kyle leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. "Why is she doing this to me?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"I don't know, Kyle," I whispered as I scooted across my seat to comfort him. "I don't know, baby." Wrapping my arms around him, I rested my cheek against his broad back. Even through all the layers of clothing he wore, I could feel his muscles contracting. "Have you tried to call her sister again?"
Patty Nichols was Linda's sister. She lived in Michigan and, according to Kyle, had called him on several occasions to assure him Linda was fine and just needed a break from all the drama here – caused by us. Kyle didn't believe her, and because he didn't believe her neither did I. Kyle had pretty good instincts. His gut-feeling was usually dead on the money and nine times out of ten I trusted his judgment…
"There's no fucking point, princess," he mumbled. Straightening, he turned to look at me. "She just fills me up with bullshit."
"Are you going to fly out there?" I asked quietly, but he didn't answer me right away. Instead he stretched over my body, grabbed my seatbelt and buckled me in.
Planting a soft kiss on my forehead he sat back in his seat and sighed a ragged breath. "No," he said finally as he twisted the key in the ignition and the car revved to life. "Patty made it perfectly clear to me that Linda has her own family to worry about her." Pulling away from the house, Kyle reached for my hand. "I have my own family, too."
"I wouldn't mind if you did, Kyle," I told him,
"Always," I mumbled, the sound of her light breathing lulling me into a blissful state of oblivion.
****
Chapter Four
Lee
"Open the door, Linda." I watched Kyle rap his knuckles against the red painted door and sighed, my breath cutting through the ice cold air.
Rubbing my hands together in a bid to keep warm, I shuffled around from foot to foot. I was getting pretty sick of watching that man being ignored and treated like this. Neither of us had seen Linda since well before Christmas and aside from a card in the post and a very brief text message to Kyle's phone on New Year's Day, she'd made no further contact with us. Something was going on with her, that much was obvious, but ignoring and avoiding Kyle was crippling him. She was the only parent he'd ever known, his one constant rock, and in the past six months she'd been edging away from him. It was now at the point where she had resigned from her position of manager at the hotel – Kyle had received that piece of news via Mike – and was avoiding him like the plague.
Walking around the house, I peeked through each window, checking for signs of life. "No sign," I called out.
"Come on, Linda," Kyle groaned as he knocked harder. "Answer the damn door… please . I'm freezing my nuts off out here."
He took his phone from his pocket, fiddled with the screen before he held it to his ear. "Yeah, here's a message for you," he snarled into his cell. "This is bullshit, Linda." Pulling his gray beanie hat off his head, Kyle ran a hand through his hair as he continued to speak colorfully to what I presumed was Linda's voicemail. "I'm worried about you for Christ's sake. Why the hell are you acting like this?" he growled. "Please just call me back and let me know you're okay."
Stalking towards me, Kyle grabbed my arm with his free hand and led me back to the car. "I don't give a damn what your sister says," he continued, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he opened the passenger door for me. "I know something's up." He watched me with intense blue eyes as I climbed in slowly.
Closing my door, Kyle walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat. "Call me within a week or I'm flying out to see Patty," he said gruffly before ending the call. Dropping his phone on his lap, Kyle leaned forward and rested his head against the steering wheel. "Why is she doing this to me?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"I don't know, Kyle," I whispered as I scooted across my seat to comfort him. "I don't know, baby." Wrapping my arms around him, I rested my cheek against his broad back. Even through all the layers of clothing he wore, I could feel his muscles contracting. "Have you tried to call her sister again?"
Patty Nichols was Linda's sister. She lived in Michigan and, according to Kyle, had called him on several occasions to assure him Linda was fine and just needed a break from all the drama here – caused by us. Kyle didn't believe her, and because he didn't believe her neither did I. Kyle had pretty good instincts. His gut-feeling was usually dead on the money and nine times out of ten I trusted his judgment…
"There's no fucking point, princess," he mumbled. Straightening, he turned to look at me. "She just fills me up with bullshit."
"Are you going to fly out there?" I asked quietly, but he didn't answer me right away. Instead he stretched over my body, grabbed my seatbelt and buckled me in.
Planting a soft kiss on my forehead he sat back in his seat and sighed a ragged breath. "No," he said finally as he twisted the key in the ignition and the car revved to life. "Patty made it perfectly clear to me that Linda has her own family to worry about her." Pulling away from the house, Kyle reached for my hand. "I have my own family, too."
"I wouldn't mind if you did, Kyle," I told him,
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