Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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Carter’s arms wrapped around me as he coached me through the shot. Joke was on him, I just

let him because I enjoyed the comfort his touch gave me. I was a bit selfish but the look on

his face when he started counting back from three and I shot before he got to two landing the

mark was worth it.

I just stepped back and admired the place where the ruined can of beans once lived three

seconds ago.

Carter shook his head. “I should have known,” he mumbled, then grinned. His smile was

infectious as I beamed back. “You let me go through all that just to show me up?” I shrugged

and blew on the end of the hand gun before handing it to him and walking away.

“You forgot who my uncle was!” I yelled over my shoulder, heading back to the house.

When I got to the house, I made my way upstairs to my room for a moment, and rummaged

for something suitable to wear. I heard Carter come in, comforted by the wag of Rosie’s tail as

the door opened, then heard him stomp up the stairs. I had what little I owned, spread across

the quilt, racking my brain as to what to wear to town. He leaned in the doorway and cocked

his head as I turned to him.

“Normally, I’d say, typical girl with nothing to wear, but it seems you fit the bill. Don’t think

too hard about it, people around here won’t mind your dark mysterious style, most of them

shift modes on weekends anyway. It’s when we all pull out our bikes and enjoy the weather

when it’s favorable,” Carter tried to assure.

“You ride? I asked, surprised.

He snorted. “Of course, I do!”

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“Will you teach me? Uncle Jake never got the chance to teach me fully. I know the basics, but

I’ve never ridden on my own.” I asked.

He smiled kindly. “When you’re all healed up, but for now, pick the tee-shirt and jeans and

stop worrying about ‘aesthetics’,” he insisted, giving me a knowing look. I felt like a school

girl who hadn’t completed her homework and part of me wanted to challenge that, but not

today. It was very much feeling the relief of the brace around my ribs, and didn’t want to

spoil it, so I grabbed the oil stained jeans and the oversized boxy tee, and slipped past his

smug face on my way to the bathroom to put on my face.

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My reflection looked different from yesterday. Most of the purple bruises had faded

considerably, to an angry yellow, the worst of it deep purple-red creases, and blotches where

the blood had settled. Maybe Beck was right, real food was important. Once my face was

healed and the house sorted, maybe I’d look into this business he left me, which I knew

nothing about, or I’d start an online marketing business, catered twoards small businesses and

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