Chapter 64
Briar
Carter helped me unload my/groceries as I organized them into cupboards. We didn’t say much. There was a relief of not being at odds anymore, but not talking about it directly was also a strain between us. He seemed hyper- aware of my movements, and I felt his eyes on me, studying me every time my back was turned. When it wasn’t, he was checking the locks on my windows, or shoving an old broomstick into the track of the sliding glass door. I suppose I was eyeing him just as much. I got into cleaning the kitchen counters when he came up behind me and grabbed my hips.
“The counter is fine, Briar, come here,” he said, and I turned to face him, concern laced his features. “How about
you take the brace off and relax for a while, you’re exhausted, and you need to rest, we should talk anyway.”
“Talk about what?”
“Lots of things, go get comfortable,” he wandered into the living room and flipped on Uncle Jake’s old radio.
Nirvana wafted through the house, and I smiled as he looked up. He rolled his eyes. “I guess Jake’s taste of music
rubbed off on you,” he called down the hall as I disappeared.
“Nirvana is legendary,” I hollered back, as I pulled off my hat and shirt in the bathroom. I pulled the velcro to
release the brace, my skin rejoiced at the feel of the air hitting it while my ribs protested at the lack of support, a
hiss escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Briar?” Carter’s voice called, his trajectory changed, his footsteps coming down the hall.
“I’m fine!” I insisted, shifting out of my shorts and fishnets. His footsteps paused. Was I that loud? I thought, as I
glanced around for something else to throw on. I grabbed a cropped tee I had hanging on the towel rack, throwing
it on as quickly as my aching body allowed.
He knocked at the door. Shit.
“I’m fine!” I said again, looking around for something else to put on.
“I don’t believe you.”
I guess I was going out like this. I opened the door and found him hovering there.
“I left most of my new stuff at your house,” I said before looking up at him. His blue eyes surveyed my green ones
before he looked down.
1/3
10:47 am
Chapter 64
tve seen you in less, what’s the problem?”
His words reminding me of the feel of his fingers across my skin as he surveyed the worst of the damage inflicted
by Creedon.
“I suppose you’re right, I just don’t want to give you the wrong idea,”
He brushed the hair out of my face and my body yielded, leaning into it without my permission.
“How are the ribs?” he asked, looking into my eyes, and I found I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t lie. Something



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide)