Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 149

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I woke up to my alarm at 5 am, my head still rested in Lana’s lap as she groaned. I felt like dog shit. My eyes were crusty and swollen and my body ached in ways I couldn’t describe from the inside out, and my mouth and throat were as dry as the Sahara. I had a pounding headache. I sat up and rested my elbows on my knees. Last night my dreams had been a clusterfuck of carnal dreams of Carter and fear laced moments of my time with Creedon. Thankfully they hadn’t been bad enough for me to disturb Lana who eyed me now. Yep, if the beer bottles and the smell of tequila wasn’t enough to remind me that the events of yesterday

really happened. I kicked off my boots and stood.

“Why are you up so early?” Lana asked groggily.

“It’s time to train,” I said as I moved into the kitchen and rinsed out two glasses and filled

them with water.

“Carter is a fucking slave driver, go lay down till you have to get up for work,“she insisted.

I shook my head no.

“He’s right about this, and right now I can’t afford not to keep training. If Creedon shows up I

need to be as ready as I can be, as strong as I can be. I passed her a glass and knocked back

my own. I rummaged through a bag and found my sneakers. I sat on the couch as Lana drank

her water as I tied my shoes.

“You shouldn’t be running in the woods alone,” she pointed out.

I shrugged.

“I don’t have another choice.” I deadpanned before I dug around in the bag and pulled out a

hoodie. It was Carter’s, the scent of him engulfed me as I stared at it and a sense of longing

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bubbled up inside my chest–how had that gotten there? I chucked it on the table with our

mess from last night before my head could wrap around the phantom thoughts of my dreams

or how much I already missed the lying bastard. Reaching back in I found one of my own and

pulled it on before popping in my earbuds. Lana eyed me as I pulled my knife out of my

discarded boot and shoved it in my hoodie pocket.

She groaned and got to her feet.

“1 guess we are doing this then,” she said, stretching her limbs in defeat.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I stood.

“Means I’m coming with you.”

“That’s not necessary, you can’t be here all the time and if he does find his way here I don’t

want you getting caught in the crossfires.” I pointed out.

Lana shrugged.

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