บททั้งหมดของ Sins of the Family: Falling for my Step-Uncle: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

I knocked on Christina’s and Darla’s door that evening ready to tell them all about my day. It had been a while since we had gotten the chance to just hang out and catch up on everything going on. I certainly had enough to tell them. And I was looking forward to hearing about their news as well.Still, it felt a little strange to be there without Sylas. He had actually encouraged me to go out. Have some girl-time. Mt therapist actually agreed. And I had to admit, it did already feel nice to be out on my own again.“I brought offerings,” I said, holding up the bags of take-out when Darla opened the door.She squealed when she saw me. Jumping as she both gave me a hug and pulled me inside.“It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen you,” she said.“It’s only been a few days,” I said with a laugh.“Yes, but we’ve been having to share you,” Christina said as she joined us. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Sylas and all. But I’m glad we get you all to ourselves tonight.”“Me, too,” I tol

We laid in bed later that night, tangled together like we usually were. It was late. Being with Sawyer had me completely spent, but yet, sleep still eluded me. My mind kept wandering. Dimitri’s trial had gone well. The EPA contract was getting off to a good start. Carson was out of the picture. Things were going well right now. I should be sleeping soundly. Instead, I couldn’t help but worry about what could cause it all to go wrong.Like Charles. Or Antoni Athenilis. Or myself, by doing something rash. A myriad of possible scenarios ran through my head. So many ways I could lose Sawyer. Lose everything that mattered to me.“You’re still awake,” Sawyer said gently from my chest.The corner of my mouth twitched. “So are you.”“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied. “I can’t stop thinking.”“About what?” I asked.“Christina and Darla are really settling in,” she said. “They’ve already got a favorite restaurant and a jogging path. They’re loving their new jobs. They even got a kitten.”“That al

Chris and Darla stayed for a few more hours to help get everything unloaded and start getting an idea of what I wanted to do with the yard. I thought it would start out like all my other attempts. Slow and lacking inspiration, but it didn’t. With every plant or material I unloaded, I got more ideas. So many that we had to go back out for more supplies at the local nursery. A trip that took longer than I anticipated and Sylas was already home by the time we got back.“Hey, sweetie,” I said brightly as I found him in the kitchen.“Hey yourself,” I replied with a broad smile and a kiss. “How was your day? Why do you have leaves in your hair? Your clothes are filthy. Did something happen?”I laughed. “Yeah, something did,” I told him, grabbing his hands. “Come here.” I pulled him toward the back door. My smile widened we stepped onto the back porch. “I think I found my hobby,” I told him excitedly. “I know. I know. It looks like a mess now. This is just some of the initial blocking and pl

Tears ran down my face. The lump in my throat kept me from being able to speak. I couldn’t breathe. I was frozen in shock as Sylas looked up at me with hope and adoration filling his eyes. Waiting for me to give him an answer.I somehow managed to nod with a barely audible “yes.”“Yes..?” he questioned.“Yes,” I said more clearly.His hand shot to the nape of my neck. Yanking me forward, my lips slammed into his. Giddy laughter bubbled up in my chest as I sank to my knees with him. He kissed me hard and passionately, leaving no room for me to doubt that this was the answer he wanted.“I love you so much, Sawyer,” he said when he finally pulled back, slipping the ring on my finger.“I love you, too,” I told him through my tears.He kissed my hand several times before returning to my lips. My arms went around his neck. My body pressed against his. My heart felt so full it could burst. In that moment, I realized, like Sylas, this was never something I thought I wanted. Not until now. Wit

I silently sat in the interview room. Calmly. Not giving any indication that I was stressed or worried. Or angry. Because I was angry. While I wasn’t expecting to be a suspect in Carson’s death, it wasn’t that surprising either. I had a good motive, after all. But I couldn’t have killed him. I was confident this would be cleared up soon enough.It was around one in the morning when the door finally opened. I was expecting my lawyer to have arrived by now, but that wasn’t who came in and sat across the table from me. This man was older. A bit frumpier. And clearly had the look of a weary public servant.“You must be the detective,” I stated. “I was expecting my lawyer.”“You’re smart,” he replied, brushing past the comment about my attorney. “Let’s hope you’re smart enough to make this process easy.”“Easy for you or for me?”He gave me a look. “Both, ideally,” he stated. “I’m Detective Houser. Do you understand why you’re here, Mr. Drakos?”“I’m sure my lawyer will explain the charges