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When Willow had first suggested buying the beach house I had thought it was a waste of money and time. It was a “fixer-uper” in the nicest sense of the word. She'd been certain that Lana would love the house, and I guess I'd initially bought it as a gift for her and Rhett.
And then I saw the house in person, and I knew I could never give it up. In the matter of hours, the quaint cottage had become home. From the pale grey painted exterior, its roof painted a deep blue which mimicked the ocean on a stormy day, to its freshly varnished wooden flooring and the large bay windows… this was home.
There were three places in the world I felt I could let my guard down - the orphanage, Willow’s flat and the beach house.
HarleyTalk about our relationship?No.Oh, hell no! I wasn't ready for that. What was he expecting? A declaration of undying love?I sat up quicker than I was aiming for, not realising that some of my hair had been caught under his arm and I almost yanked it from my head in the process.“I'm not ready for a relationship, Cole. We're friends… with benefits.” I wasn't going to let him forget about those benefits. Even though I wasn't ready to have a title slapped onto our interactions, he was good in bed.His eyebrow quirked at my words and I could te
ColeWhen Willow had first suggested buying the beach house I had thought it was a waste of money and time. It was a “fixer-uper” in the nicest sense of the word. She'd been certain that Lana would love the house, and I guess I'd initially bought it as a gift for her and Rhett.And then I saw the house in person, and I knew I could never give it up. In the matter of hours, the quaint cottage had become home. From the pale grey painted exterior, its roof painted a deep blue which mimicked the ocean on a stormy day, to its freshly varnished wooden flooring and the large bay windows… this was home.There were three places in the world I felt I could let my guard down - the orphanage, Willow’s flat and the beach house.
HarleyNightmares devoured my sleep, each worse than the last. Nightmares of Julian raping me as he covered my mouth to stop me from screaming, of him clawing at his throat, blood oozing from the scratches his fingernails left as he suffocated on the water in his throat, and lastly, the look of disappointment on Jay's face as I sat in the back of a police car on my way to being sentenced for murder.Each time I awoke, I found Cole holding me close and whispering soothing words into my ear.By the time his alarm went off, I was sure that we were both more exhausted than we were when we'd gone to bed.“I'll make us some coffee,” he had said groggily as he got up, heading to the kitchen in
ColeSpending the evening with Willow had seemed a no-brainer at the time, but it quickly became rather obvious that Harley and her did not see eye to eye. It made me worry.I get it, you don’t need to be friends with everyone - but Willow was the face of the company I had set up. She had also taken over some of the communication between Lana and myself. After all, it was natural for her to be contacting her best friend. I was just lucky that the military hadn’t joined the dots, or else they would have figured out who Willow was.“You said Lana and Rhett will be going to the beach house?” I clarified, sitting down on the sofa and pulling Harley onto my lap.It was an uncharacteris
HarleyThe words I was about to say lodged in my throat as the door opened and a dainty woman walked in, the blue accents in her black hair making her seem more like a punk rocker than the white button up shirt, black pencil skirt and stoic heels suggested.“I'm glad to see you're still alive,” she teased as she walked over to Cole, completely ignoring me, and kissed his cheek.He looked slightly awkward but didn't push her away. “Willow, you're looking well yourself.”She huffed dramatically and folded her arms. “No thanks to you! I swear, I lose a year off my life every time you go radio silent.”If I
ColeI've lived this scenario a hundred times over in the last couple of years. Leaving a place in the middle of the night with sirens and helicopters chasing me down. It seemed to happen whenever I was getting comfortable in a single area. I guess that's why I was constantly moving.It was like a never-ending nightmare all because the General felt it was worth the hunt.“Where are we going?” Harley asked as we pulled up at a petrol station.I shook my head at her, my eyes never leaving the small group of men hovering beside a black SUV. They laughed about something before they got into their vehicle and drove off, not sparing us a glance.







