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Chapter Thirteen: The blue door
Reaching down, I grabbed the handle to my door and pushed it open. I slid outside, taking a
deep breath of the fresh air. The scent reminded me of Ryan and a part of me ached for
him.
Really, I ached for all of them but I knew that if I didn’t take this time and we just moved
forward without me thinking about it all. I would always wonder if I was really enough for
them. It wasn’t that I blamed them all for what happened.
The mating and the claiming. They were wolves. This was how they must have grown up
together knowing that they would find their mate one day. Or like they had said about
Jason, getting closer and closer to going feral until they reached the point where they
slipped into madness.
I didn’t want that for Travis, Jason, or Ryan.
It’s just that I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in a relationship with the three of them, either.
Things had just ended with Jake but here! was thrust into a relationship that would probably
only end in my death. Or maybe I was wrong, but this didn’t seem like the kind of thing that
either I or the men could just walk away from.
Not when it seemed like I could feel them with every fiber of my being. It was like they were
Follow current on NovelEnglish.neta part of me now and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that still.
Reaching into the Jeep, I grabbed my purse and overnight bag. Tucking my cellphone back
into the side pocket, I grabbed my keys from the ignition and closed the door to my car. I
didn’t bother locking it with the key fob.
It was so rare that anyone but mom, Scott, or I came up here that I wasn’t very worried
about someone trying to steal my Jeep or the high heels that were in the back seat that I
had forgotten to take into my apartment earlier.
I made my way up the wooden steps, clutching the leather handles of my bag as I fumbled
with my keys. Sorting through them with one hand until I found the tarnished silver-colored
key that went to the front door. I stopped in front of the bright blue painted door, smiling as
I ran my fingers over the wood.
When Mom and I had first come up here with Scott, that had been the first thing that she
had changed about the house. She had set out to make this place a happy space for Scott
and given how much time he liked to spend out here; I think she had accomplished her
goal.
I brought the key up to the lock and pushed it in before listening to the soft clicks of the
tumbler. A breeze ruffled the loose strands of hair that had come undone from my ponytail
tickling the back of my neck. It felt like the lake house was welcoming me home. Resting my
hand on the dark, cold iron door handle. I pressed the flat button above the handle, pushing
the door open.
The soft smell of sage and my mother’s perfume hit my senses. It was something that I
loved about the house. It smelled like home and family. Like teenage summers spent
lounging at the lake before coming inside to sip sweet tea and playing board games late
into the night with my family and Charity. On the few rare occasions that she had been able
to join us.
Such happy memories.
Pulling my keys from the lock, I stepped into the house. Dropping my bags beside the front
door before closing it and moving over to the windows to open them and let in the warm
breeze. The house needed a good airing out and that would be the first thing that I was
going to do. I finished opening all of the windows on the first floor before moving up the big
wooden staircase to take care of the windows upstairs.
When I was done, I made my way to the living room, picking up my overnight bag from
beside the door and fishing out my cellphone. I moved over to the large denim covered
sectional couch that was shaped like an L. Picking up the lilac hand knit throw blanket that
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netmy mother had made; I sat down, draping the soft, chunky blanket over my legs before
looking at my phone.
I couldn’t put off calling them forever and they needed to know that I was okay. But that I
needed a few days away to sort through how I was feeling.
Opening my text messages, I brought my thumb up to my lips, worrying the nail as I read
through all of the texts that Travis had sent to me. Words of apology and pain filled my
screen. It felt like I could hear his voice in my head reading his messages.
I hated that I was making him feel like this. A part of me wanted to just say fuck it and go
back there and just say screw my better judgment. I knew that I couldn’t do that. If I did,
our relationship would not start off as a healthy one.
I finished reading through his messages before stopping at one from a number that I didn’t
know. My heart started to beat faster as I read the words, knowing who they were from,
even without knowing his number.
Unknown Number: Kitten… The hunt is on. Enjoy your time alone. We’ll be seeing you soon.
Despite what I was feeling, I couldn’t help but feel excited at reading Jason’s text. My phone
vibrated with a call in my hand and I almost dropped it, trying to fumble with it to keep it
from hitting the floor.
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