Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Is it okay if I shower?”
I nodded. “Yeah. This is your home, too, Trinity. You can do whatever you want.”
She rubbed her free hand on her jeans—a nervous habit. “I don’t have any of my toiletries. I left them behind.”
“Use my shower,” I told her. It would kill me to be around her when she smelled like me, but I’d deal just like I dealt with everything else. So long as she and Wyatt were safe, I’d suffer blue balls for the rest of my life. “There should be a pack of toothbrushes in one of the drawers.”
“Thank you,” she said, squeezing my arm that she was still holding.
I let an easy smile tilt my lips. “Anytime. Dinner will be ready soon, okay? I know you may not be hungry—” she hadn’t been hungry all day— “but I need you to try eating.”
She nodded. “I will.” With that, she headed inside. I stared after her, jerking in surprise when Dylan stopped beside me and leaned his elbow on my shoulder.
“You’ve got it bad,” he said, a shit-eating grin on his lips.
I shoved him away. “Fuck off, Dylan. I still remember how stupid you got over Paige.” Everyone remembered how stupid he got over her. Love at first sight? It was a real thing with those two. Dylan took one look at his wife and fell head over fucking heels.
He laughed and picked up the bag he’d set down. “Bro, I still get stupid over my wife. Who can blame me? She’s absolutely perfect.”
I scoffed. “How is it up there in delulu land?” I asked, thumping my fingers against his thick ass skull. He batted my hand away. “Must be nice to live without common sense.”
He rolled his eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Jimmie.”
I held two fingers up, then shoved them in his mouth, cackling when he gagged and shoved my hand away. “What the fuck!” he barked at me.
“What? If you want me to go fuck myself, you could at least slick them up for me,” I laughed.
He shoved me away with a scowl. “You’re fucking gross. Go away.”
My laughter followed him into the house.
Chapter Seven
Trinity
The house was too fucking quiet, so when even the slightest noise, like something as simple as the air conditioning kicking on, reached my ears, my heart rate went into overdrive and I felt like I was going to throw up the little bit of pizza I’d managed to eat that evening.
I was so tired. I wanted to sleep. But I couldn’t. I was states away from Zac, yet I was terrified he was going to jump out of some dark corner, pin me to the bed, and rape me all over again. Anytime I shut my eyes, I thought I was hearing the front door creak open or his footsteps coming down the hallway. Realistically, I knew no one was getting into this house, but my imagination—and my fear—were running wild.
Sleep was going to be impossible. And fuck, I needed to sleep. I had to be a mom to a little boy who needed me, regardless of what I was going through. Rest was vital to taking care of him. But how was I meant to sleep when my body and mind were still stuck on survival mode?
The couple of hours of sleep I’d managed to get in Jimmie’s truck hadn’t been nearly enough since I’d been up the entire night before. And now, I wasn’t going to get sleep tonight either.
Huffing, I switched on my bedside lamp, then sat up, rubbing at my burning, aching eyes. Tears built, and my throat grew tight. I sucked in a shuddering breath, willing myself not to cry. I couldn’t keep crying about what happened to me. I was a big girl, and I needed to be strong. I couldn’t afford to fall apart at the seams.
But there was no denying that I was fucking unraveling.
I jumped, barely biting back a shriek when a light knock sounded on my door. Gripping my shirt in my fist over my chest, I forced myself to breathe. It wasn’t Wyatt because he would’ve just shoved my bedroom door open, which meant it had to be Jimmie. But tell that to my rapidly beating heart and my churning gut.
“Come in,” I croaked.
The door opened, and Jimmie’s broad-shouldered frame filled the doorway, a frown tugging at his lips. His brows were pulled low over his hazel eyes as he ran his eyes over me, clearly concerned. “It’s after two in the morning,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah, so why are you up?” I asked, wanting to take the attention off of me.
“Woke up to check on Wyatt like I always do when he’s here,” he explained. “Why are you up? Have you even been to sleep yet?”
My lips trembled at the concern in his voice, and my chest ached something fierce. If I had just given Jimmie a chance back then instead of deciding us being so many states away was a no-go, would this have happened to me? I already knew it wouldn’t have, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering where my life would be right now if I hadn’t decided Jimmie was too immature for anything serious.