“What is it, Angel?” “I just, I am not sure I am ready to take it that far. I mean we haven’t known each other exceedingly long at all, yet we are already moving things along this quickly. It is all just a little overwhelming I guess.” “Hey, look at me.” I reach to cup her cheek in my palm, so she looks at my face. “I am not asking you to push yourself to move any faster than you are ready for. Today was enjoyable but you don’t have to feel pressure to do any more than this. I honestly didn’t expect any of this so soon, but I wouldn’t change a second of it.” A lone tear escapes her eye as she smiles at me, and I rub it away with my thumb. “Thank you, Grant.” I pull her to me, and she willingly presses her body to mine as she hugs me back. I already felt protective of her before, but now that feeling has increased tenfold and there is no way I will let her go, for as long as she wishes to remain by my side. “Angel, there is a reason that I was up this early. We have somewhere t

Taking a deep breath, I steel my nerves and prepare to open up about my past with my family. “Yes, I am ready. What do you wish to know?” “Firstly, do you know the man who broke in?” “Yes, he is my stepfather.” “Your stepfather?” Both are shocked and I can understand why. If the officers wrote anything close to what they witnessed, then these two detectives must be wondering how it’s possible for Terry to treat me that way. “Yes. He and I have never had a good relationship.” “Would you please elaborate on that?” I sigh, I wonder just how much I should reveal, Grant squeezes my hand to encourage me so I take a breath and look the officers in the eye. “If you are going to understand everything, you may want to get us some coffee. This may take a while.” They look surprised but with one shared look officer Carmine stands and leaves the room. We sit in silence until she returns with a tray carrying four cups, a coffee carafe, a jug of water and other condiments such as sugar, mi

“Lobo! Come here.” I shout and then whistle. He growls at the other dog and crouches lower, never taking his eyes off of it, while ignoring me. I continue to hurry over to them and as I get closer the other dog becomes increasingly aggressive. Looking around I cannot seem to pick out its owner and I worry that it is a stray. Lobo growls and the other dog also growls before lunging toward him, but he dodges and snaps his jaws at its paw. Then all hell breaks loose as both dogs begin to fight. People closest to us grab their dogs and scatter screaming. Everyone else, wanting, to get as far away from the fight but no one was willing to help me to stop them. I fear for Lobo as I don’t want him to get injured or catch a disease from this other dog, but I also don’t want to get bitten while trying to separate them. Desperately I look around for something to help me get between them safely when I spot a large thick stick on the ground. Picking it up I test it once then run toward the two

“Well, Miranda, is my mother’s name and also the name that woman uses so I’m a little unsure there, but something tells me that Miranda, really is my mother. My dad is Henry but I’m not sure what my real surname is as Grey is what 'fake' mother told me my name was, but she changed hers to match Terry.” “Were you at their wedding?” I frown thinking about it and then shake my head. “No, I asked once, and she told me that she met and married him while I was in a coma after the accident. She never told me how long I was in the coma though.” “The more I hear the less I like the amount of pain you have had to suffer through, Angel.” I squeeze his hand reassuringly and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, so I sigh and stand. “Okay enough of the heavy topics. Let's have something to eat.” He nods and then it seems he remembers something. “How do you feel about asking your colleagues to join us for a meal out soon? I would also invite Ellis, and maybe, Jack, is it? Maybe he can b

His words released something within me that was keeping me from opening up to him. Through the course of a few days, he has seen all of my worst sides and learned about every dark secret I hold within and still he is here. I can see in his eyes how much he cares for me already and seeing that, makes me want to give him the trust, that will allow me to be with him properly. I don’t know how relationships work normally, how long is considered a long enough time before a person gives themselves fully to another, but at this moment, I feel ready to do just that. I feel him harden below me as I press myself closer and the sensation of his hands brushing the skin on my waist is driving me crazy. I pour everything into my kiss, wanting him to know just how much I need him, nothing else, just him. As the kiss becomes more passionate his grip intensifies to an almost painful level, but I love it, the rawness of it is exactly what I need. I don’t want morals or sensible thought to get in t