Parking his truck in front of Jimmy’s garage, he got done from the car and walked into the place. He was still in his scrubs and all sticky but he didn't care. This was more important. He remembered he had forgotten to lock his car, but it was safe as long as it was parked somewhere he could see. As he walked into the garage, he saw Jimmy and Molly seated at the corner in front of a table he guessed Jimmy used as his office. Well, he was sure he did all his paperwork there. “Hello, Jimmy.” He greeted them as he approached them, and he saw Jimmy standing up, carrying Molly in his arms. There was a glint in her eyes as he looked at her to greet her as well. "Hello, Mo.”He was the only one that called Molly that way in this town, and that was because he loved the way it sounded, plus she was always pleased when he called her that. "How is my best girl doing?” he asked her, raising his brows in question. Molly nodded her head. "Hello, Dr. Roberts. You look nice in your scrubs.” She s
As Noah drove home, all he could think about was what he had watched, and how that pissed him off. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, wanting to punch something as hard as he could. What the heck was this world turning into, with everyone doing what they wanted, men beating women like it meant nothing, and licking their blood? Damn! He shook his head.What the hell was that anyway? Was that something that people do now, just to feel they were in power, or it was just that man he had watched on the screen with Grace? Just when he thought he had seen it all, he saw this! It was as if he had been watching a movie and not something that had happened for real. Even in the few movies he had watched, he had never seen that before, except maybe in a vampire movie. He wondered how many other women were passing through a thing like this, wishing he had some kind of superpower to save them all, but since that wasn't possible, he would help the one right in front of him. It was the least
Okay, maybe Grave had magic hands, or it was the way she was suddenly making him feel, but either way, her hands on him made him feel so good, so good he wanted them to stay there forever if possible. Her soft hands dug into the panes of his back, rubbing and kneading in all the right places. He had just had the most relaxing bath ever, and all she added to the water was Epsom salt, a green teabag, and a sprinkle of oatmeal, yes, oatmeal, and he had had the most relaxing bath as well. He had a good sleep in the bath as well, and right here under her skillful hands, he was looking at a rematch for sleep. “You have a tattoo!” Grace said. Noah had expected that question from her the moment he invited her into his bedroom the second time to massage him. He had opened the door and turned to walk back to the bed shirtless.“Yes, I do. I know it's not something you expect from a doctor like myself, but it's not a tattoo I regret.” He said. “I see. It's a half wing that looks like it cam
It fascinated her, what Noah had said about his tattoo, and what he had said about people's choices had scared her. It was as if he had been talking to her directly. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the memories of the past that threatened to engulf her. As she stared out of the window, her mind wandered back to what Noah had said. They had been a brief, but those words had struck a chord deep within her. The idea of a different life, one where she could have been loved and cherished, seemed like a distant dream.She had walked out of there after that, but only because she wanted to pounder more about it all. The pain inflicted upon her by her ex-husband had scarred her both physically and emotionally. It had shattered her self-esteem, leaving her questioning her worth and doubting her own judgment. She had once believed she had found solace in him, mistaking his possessiveness for love. But now, she saw the truth: he was a psychopath, someone who reveled in causing pain and
Finally, after purchasing a new phone and getting it set up in the store, she decided to forgo driving and opted to take a leisurely walk back home. The day felt different somehow, and she thought it might be nice to make a quick detour and visit her friend Charlotte. It was her day off, and Charlotte had mentioned having someone come in to take over the shop, allowing her some free time. The prospect of doing something else aside from going home to sleep or read lifted her spirits. As she strolled down the street, her newly acquired phone safely tucked away in her bag, she made a mental note to put the emergency number on speed dial when she got home, and probably add Noah and Charlotte's number as well. The emergency services number would be a priority, along with the contact information for Noah and Charlotte. It was a small step towards feeling more secure and prepared. Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the presence of someone walking behind her until a hand touched he
Never wanting to feel like this ever again, Grace made sure to look around her and be aware of her surroundings, because the last thing she wanted was a heart attack and God knows she couldn’t afford that after everything she had gone through already. There was never a time she was off guard, but maybe coming to the small town of West Valley Rocks had changed her, she had learned that this town had always been a place of tranquility, with its charming streets lined with quaint houses and a sense of community that permeated the air. It was in this idyllic environment that Grace found solace and a new beginning. She was starting to get settled so much she wasn't taking more of her surroundings anymore, and that wasn't good. Grace's heart still pounded with a mix of anticipation and worry as she arrived at Charlotte's home, but she tried to push it back because the last thing she needed to do was worry anyone.Their friendship had just started, and it hadn't weathered any storms, so s
Grace headed back to the kitchen to retrieve a heating pad. As she plugged it in, she let out a soft chuckle, marveling at how her imagination had taken hold of her. The picturesque town of West Valley Rocks had fed her desire for tranquility, but it had also stirred her imagination, fueling unwarranted fears.“That bastard added to my fears, though.” She muttered to herself. It was the truth, but a truth she had to keep under wraps. She had almost said something to Charlotte that she shouldn’t, something she was keeping to herself. “Damn, I hope she doesn’t mention anything to Noah about this.” She said, shaking her head. How gullible she had been to jump to that kind of conclusion. Even if Jack wanted to come to this town to harm her, she didn’t think it was someone else he would harm first, but again, he was a very bad man and could think of that contorted way to send her a twisted message.Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. Blowing out a breath of relief for her friend, she ret
Noah’s weariness didn’t prevent him from contemplating what Jimmy Guerrero had told him about Grace, the video he had watched from her dashcam, which led him to reflect on the potential pain she had endured. It had been on his mind for quite a while and had been there since forever, eating at him. As he glanced around, he noticed Grace’s absence but saw the meal she had left for him; a kind gesture she had repeated over the past few days since she's been living here. While Noah appreciated her thoughtfulness, he felt the need to tell her that she didn’t have to go to such lengths just because she felt the need to repay him in a way. He walked to the counter and smiled, before lifting the plate covering the food and he discovered the food was still warm. Setting his bag down on the kitchen floor, he sat down to eat, feeling both famished and fatigued. Prioritizing his hunger, he intended to ponder other matters afterward. Though the sun had emerged, Noah could sense that rain might