Publisher: Self-Published on February 28, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Pages: Novel Length
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One year ago, I became a missing person. I left everything behind—family, friends, school. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My only option, really, until I realized running from a police officer isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
It’s been exactly three-hundred and sixty-five days since I left home, but I’m finally ready to take the step I should have taken a year ago. I’m done hiding. I’m done running. I’m going to take my life back.
It was supposed to be easy. A meeting with Jason Pierce, a private investigator, was set up for me. All I had to do was go to him, let him do his thing, and then I could go home, or so I thought.
That is, until I met Jason and things got … complicated.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
I didn’t. I couldn’t have. No. No, no, no.
Holy crap, I did. I just shot Jason Pierce in the chest with a Taser.
My eyes bug wide open as I watch Jason fall. “Oh my God,” I say out loud, dropping the incriminating device. It tumbles to the carpet, the thump sounding louder in my ears than possible.
Wes is laughing. Not the small, amused chuckle from before, but a loud howl of a laugh. He laughs as though it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
My cheeks flame, my heart races. Clicking fills the air, each one sending another shock into Jason. A small grunt of pain escapes from his lips, but he doesn’t move, frozen in place as the shocks keep coming.
I can’t look away. I want to. I want to get up and go to him, but I can’t. All I can do is watch.
Thirty seconds. Thirty excruciatingly long seconds tick by before the awful clicking stops.
Jason lets out a loud breath, and slowly pushes himself back to his feet. He glowers, first at me, and then at Wes.
Wes doesn’t seem bothered by the furious glint in Jason’s eyes. He only laughs some more and says, “Told you to wait in the car.”
“You didn’t tell me you were giving her a fuckin’ Taser,” Jason grumbles.
Glancing down at his chest, his jaw clenches as he looks at the barbs and wires. He takes hold of one of the barbs, wincing as he yanks it out, and then does the same with the other.
I want to say something, anything, but I’m mute. Stunned silent. Good God, I can’t believe I did that. Why the hell did Wes give me a Taser?
Minutes pass. Long drawn out minutes of Wes chuckling and Jason scowling down at the barbs and wires clutched in his hand.
Finally letting the wires fall to the floor, Jason asks, “You two about done in here?”
He doesn’t look up as he speaks. I think I should probably be thankful for that. His tone carries an undercurrent of hostility and the sound is more than enough to freak me out, without seeing it mirrored in his eyes, but still, I wish he would look at me.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt, ignoring his question. “I’m really, really so sorry. You startled me and I …”
Jason’s gaze snaps to mine, freezing me mid-sentence. He lowers his chin, glaring at me. His hands open and close by his thighs. “It’s fine. Forget it ever happened.”
It’s not fine, though. I can see the annoyance lurking in his eyes. I can feel his tension radiating through the room.
“Don’t think I’ll forget that,” Wes says, grinning wide. “Shit, I wish I took a picture. Fuckin’ priceless.”
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