“I think there comes a time, you start to make decisions that will affect your life for good time to come. When you have to say goodbye to the old and hello to the new, even when letting go is hard. But you have to, because sometimes, the unfamiliar is just what you’re needing. I think it isn’t easy, but sometimes the hard is what fighting for too. The hard is necessary. All things considered, moving on is the only way you can be introduced to a brand new you, a better you. Hopefully a happier you” She put down her pen, by the journal and stroked a hand down kenell’s head. He’d fallen asleep, head in her lap and she had welcomed him, welcomed the beauty of his rain soaked head. He had no qualms like that, placing his wet body against her like he owned her. And maybe he did, maybe he owned her more than she owned him. She wondered at him, kenell knew his place beside her, was so sure of it and never had to doubt it. She wondered at that kind of trust, that kind of knowi

Mmh 22She wound her way back to the house and was greeted by the scent of eggs and bacon and burn.She walked to him first and wrapped him in a hug. It was nice, having him there. Real and solid and all hers for the keeping. It was nice and it gave her so much joy.Kenell strode past them and unto a bunch of pillows in the living room that he knew to be his.“ What did you burn?”“ aside from my pride? The bacon.” she laughed and let him go,“ the weird part is that it still all smells good. If you ignore the burn, that is.”He made a face and went to get plates, “ are you going to eat or are you going to stand there judging my cooking skills?”“Actually–“ she walked toward him, stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek,“ I need to take a shower, then I’ll eat,” he bent to kiss her forehead before she could evade him. He would have grabbed her and made the whole thing last longer, but his ha

“She feels entitled to you,” Aine said, smiling up at him, even though she wanted to scream and shout. She all but wanted to rave at the maddened woman for stalking them the way she did. But instead, she put on the best show of life, running her hand through his hair the way she always did, proving to the woman that she was not afraid of her. She was the one who was being stalked, she was the victim and she was not going to back down. “ let me call the police,” Bryan said, truly agitated, reaching for his phone, but Aine shook her head.“We don’t have anything to pin her with.”“But she’s stalking you,” Bryan said, barely controlling his temper.“ she’s stalking us. But that’s not enough reason to get her arrested. We can’t prove she’s stalking us. But I will speak to a friend of mine, actually a friend of Cedric’s. He’s a policeman. He’ll make this a personal case. But let me speak to him first.”She knew he struggled with what she was asking from him. She knew it took so much from

Bran stayed the night but left early in the morning to get ready for her shift and since Aine was already awake and couldn’t fall back asleep, she decided to get an early start on her day. Kenell was awake as well, so she decided to take him for a walk while the day was still yet to brighten. In any case, it gave her time to think about her next line of action and what she wanted to do or had to do.Both Aine and Bran had decided that it would be wise to communicate with Winslow. If he gave the information about Callum’s return, then he probably knew what was best for them to do. As for Aine… she honestly felt lost.She sat on a bench by a creek and held onto kenell’s leash. The last thing her mental health needed was her having to go about looking for her dog. It was even beginning to take so much from her to do something as little as getting out of bed. Her anxiety over all that was happening, as well as deep growing sadness, was seeping from her strength. And she didn’t know where

Bryan arrived right as Winslow was on his way and although Winslow didn’t feel right about keeping secrets from Aine, he knew it had to be done if he was going to keep her safe.“Bryan!” Aine called out as he got out of his car, and Winslow looked down to look at his friend.He makes her happy. He thought to himself and nearly sighed when Bryan all but lit up. He didn’t know the man personally, but the hopeless romantic in him could see love when it was right in front of him.He watched as Bryan’s eyes move away from Aine and rest knowledgeably on him. He was still in his uniform.With a smile, Aine took Bryan’s hand,“Bryan, this is Officer Winslow. Winslow, This is Bryan Maher.”With his Freehand, Bryan shook Winslow. And just that act of not letting go of Aine’s hand told him that in some ways the man was just what Aine was needing in her life. He was a cop after all.“Nice to meet you Maherson.” Bryan smiled at the name. When he had first arrived he had heard a couple of women cal