Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
For now, it has to be enough.
Chapter 12
Indy
I’ve spent the day a nervous wreck. I had a good dinner with Jeff, Iva, and Tinny. The chocolate cake was amazing as always. Iva has many talents, but baking is one of the top ones, that’s for sure. The chocolate soothed me, but not quite enough. There’s been no word from Breaker all day and I’m starting to feel the pain that I have no right to feel. I can’t believe I let myself care about a man that I don’t even know. With my history, you think I’d know better.
I shake my head. It’s almost nine. There’s been no word from Breaker. Iva texted me about three hours ago and told me that Cooper called and said they were on their way home. Apparently, it takes around four hours to get home from wherever they went. I alternate from being angry at myself and being pissed off at Breaker.
I’m pretty sure the anger at myself is winning.
“You’re stupid, Indy Anna Shelton.”
“What did you say?”
My body freezes as I look at the entrance to the kitchen. My kitchen wasn’t always open to the living room. When I bought the place, I knocked out the wall between them. It was load bearing though, so I had these gorgeous logs framing the now large entrance to support the weight. I loved it and it made it easier to know if someone was at the front door. Apparently, I was too deep in my misery to hear the door tonight, though. I frown at the intruder.
“How did you get in? I had the door locked.”
Breaker comes waltzing on in, as if he hadn’t just upset me. The asshole. He shocks the hell out of me by walking straight to the table, pulling me up from my chair and wrapping his arms around me, smothering me against his big, hard chest. I take a moment to just breathe him in. I might be mad, but I’m not stupid. I might not get this again, and for now I really need it.
I awkwardly put my hands on his hips as he keeps hugging me. I feel his chin on the top of my head and something about the way he is enveloping my body relaxes every muscle in my body. “Breaker?” I question after a few moments, because he still hasn’t said anything else.
“Just give me a minute, Indy Anna. Just a minute.”
My body tenses. Shit. I push away from him, annoyed now. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“It’s your name, right? I would have heard it eventually.”
“Doubtful. How did you get in my house anyway, you big jerk? I know I had the front door locked.”
“Cooper gave me his key. He thought you’d be asleep.”
I hold out my hand. “I want the key. It wasn’t his to give you,” I snap.
He lifts an eyebrow but reaches into his pocket and takes the key out and gently puts it in my palm. He doesn’t remove his hand from mine, though. He wraps his fingers around mine before placing the sweetest kiss on my forehead. “Do you want to tell me why you’re mad as a wet hornet, Doc?”
“I’m not mad. I’m irritated. There’s a difference, I grumble.
“Okay, so why are you irritated?”
I blow out a breath, trying to get control of my emotions. I can’t confess that I’m upset he’s been distant, or that he left without telling me anything about what he was doing. Technically, it’s none of my business.
“It has just been a rough day,” I answer. I’m kind of proud that I’m not lying to him. “Would you like a piece of Iva’s chocolate pie? I was still hungry so, I found myself down here,” well one small lie isn’t bad. I wasn’t so much hungry as I was sulking.
“Sure. Cooper and I ate in a small street café when we met his buddy, but I couldn’t truly eat. I had a lot of information to digest.”
I stare up at him. “I heard you were getting some answers about your past. Although, I guess I wasn’t supposed to know.”
“Indy …”
“Sit. I’ll get the pie,” I mutter.
“Indy, it wasn’t that I didn’t want you to know. I planned on telling you.”
“It doesn’t matter, Breaker. It’s not like I have a right to know.” I dish up two saucers of the pie with vanilla ice cream on the side. I put one in front of him and then sit beside him with my own. I steadily avoid looking at him.
“Apparently, my name is Matthew, but my mother and two sisters call me Mattie.”
“You met them?” I ask, dread filling me.
“No. Cooper’s friend was a member of the Tennessee chapter of the Savage Brothers. He knows me and my family pretty well, actually. He was different. I liked him. He actually showed me pictures of everyone he kept in his wallet, not his phone.”