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Blurb
June Mayson and Evan Barrister’s whirlwind courtship
resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows
deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the
beautiful life they can have together, he’s unwilling to let her go. June
promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her
feelings for Evan—that is until she’s served with divorce papers while he’s
overseas and she’s forced to let him go.
Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the
last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is
Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the
pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees
every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if
she knows she’s liable to get hurt once again?
Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way
back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before
they ever have a shot?
Prologue
Looking at my reflection in
the mirror across from me, I cringe. My hair is a disaster, there are bags
under my eyes, and the nightgown I have on isn’t even one of the cute ones I
normally wear. It’s the one my sister, December, got me as a joke, but I wear
it occasionally, because its comfortable, even if it was made for a woman three
times my age. Resting my elbows on the desk in front of me, I run my fingers
through my hair, pulling the strands back away from my face.
“I hate men,” I whisper
into the empty interrogation room, where I was told to wait over an hour ago
after the police kicked in my door and dragged me from my bed. Lifting my gaze,
I look at myself in the mirror again and vow that whenever I get out of the
mess my ex-boyfriend has gotten me into, I’m going to learn how to be a
lesbian, even if I’m not sure that’s actually possible.
“June Mayson.” Turning my
head, I look over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet
those of a man who reminds me of my dad. He looks to be in his mid-forties, and
is one of those men time has been kind to. He’s built, with dark hair that’s
cut short and parted on the side. His eyes are a blue that stands out against
his dark lashes and tan skin. “I’m Officer Mitchell, and this is Officer
Plymouth.” He nods behind him and is followed in by a man who must be playing
the roll off ‘Bad Cop’, judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives
me when our eyes meet. Time hasn’t been as kind to him; he looks like he has
enjoyed one too many beers. His middle is soft, and his skin doesn’t look
healthy.
Nodding, I cross my arms
over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin of my biceps that’s chilled
from the cool air coming from the vent above me.
“Would you like something
to drink?” Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room.
Shaking my head, I mutter,
“No, thank you.”
“Hot chocolate?” he offers,
and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. Since I was little, whenever I was
having a bad day, my dad would offer me hot chocolate. His hot chocolate has
magical powers that always make everything seem okay, but I doubt police
station hot chocolate would have the same effect.
“No, thanks. I’d just like
to know why I’m here,” I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across
from me and places a thick folder on the table between us.
“We may be here awhile,
Miss Mayson, so I’d like you to be comfortable,” he says gently, and I look at
Officer Plymouth, who is leaning against the wall, then back to him.
“I don’t mean to be rude,
Mr. Mitchell, but I’d really like to get to the point. I have class in a few
hours and I’d really like to make it on time.”
“I’m afraid you’re probably
going to miss your class today, Miss Mayson.”
Closing my eyes, I open
them slowly and ask, “Can I get a sweater?”
Surprisingly, Officer
Plymouth slips off his suit jacket and walks it over to me, placing it around
my shoulders.
‘Thank you,” I whisper up
at him, and his eyes soften around the edges. Pulling my eyes from him, my gaze
goes back toward Officer Mitchell.
“How long have you known
Lane Diago?” Officer Mitchell asks, and I sit up a little taller.
“I don’t know anyone by
that name,” I tell him, and he opens the file folder, fanning out a few
pictures of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and me directly in front of me. Each of
them were taken while we were a couple, showing we had been followed more than
a few times. Him coming to my apartment…him kissing me outside my car…at the
store, walking hand-in-hand down the aisles…at the movies…out to dinner…both of
us doing normal couple things.
“You mean Aaron?”
“That what he told you his
name was?” he asks, and I nod looking up at him.
“I’ve known him for about a
year,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the pictures again, realizing I actually
didn’t know him, since his name isn’t even Aaron.
“How long have you two been
dating?” he inquires, and my eyes drop to the pictures once more.
“We dated for about four
months. I broke up with him a month ago,” I tell him truthfully as a feeling of
sadness hits me unexpectedly. I wasn’t in love with Aaron—or Lane. Not even
close. But I cared about him, and believed he cared about me as well. That was,
until he sent me a text to meet him at his house. When I got there, one of his
roommates let me in, and I found him up in his room with Susie Detrei’s mouth
around his cock, proving I was wrong about him.
“You were close,” Officer
Mitchell states, and I nod because we were, or I thought we were. “Can you tell
me who this man is?” he asks, pulling out a picture of Aaron’s—Lane’s cousin, or at least the guy he told me was his cousin.
“Aaron…I mean Lane’s cousin
Cody. He lives in Mississippi,” I tell him.
“Did you ever overhear them
talking?”
“Overhear them talking?” I
ask, looking at a picture of Cody and Lane sitting in what looks like a bar,
Lane with his favorite beer in his hand, and Cody with a short, wide glass with
dark liquid and ice on the bar top in front of him, and his hand wrapped around
it while he laughs at something.
“Overhear them talking
about anything out of the ordinary?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Maybe if you told me
exactly why I’m here, I can give you the information you’re looking for.”
“Lane Diago’s uncle is one
of the biggest distributors of illegal narcotics in Alabama, Kentucky,
Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and South Carolina.”
“What?” I whisper as my
eyes focus on one of the pictures of Lane and me standing outside my apartment.
I was wearing a short colorful summer dress and gold strappy sandals, and Lane
had on a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white tee. His head was bent
toward mine, my hand was resting against his chest, and his was wrapped tight
around my hip. It was our third date and our first kiss. I had waited forever
to even go on a date with him, because I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I
finally gave in to him, because he was so persistent. He asked me out every
time we saw each other, and he was always dramatic in the way he did it.
“Did you ever see—”
“I never saw anything,” I
cut him off. “Lane didn’t even smoke pot, and almost everyone I know smokes
pot,” I whisper, pulling my eyes from the picture to look at him.
“You two were together a
lot. He would have you drop him places. My men saw you on more than one
occasion.”
“To friends’ houses,” I
tell him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “If he asked me to drop him to a
friend’s or to run him somewhere when we were going out, I would do it, but I
never saw him do anything illegal.”
“Do you understand you can
go to prison if we find out you spent any of the money he earned from selling
drugs on things for yourself.”
Laughing, I cover my face
with my hands and lay my head on the table while I try to pull myself together.
I probably shouldn’t be laughing right now but its either laugh or cry.
“What do you find funny
about this?” Officer Plymouth asks, and I lift my head to look at him.
“I paid for us to do things
more than once, and he even asked me for gas money a couple of times. I never,
not once, took money from him, not even for a coffee,” I tell him, and his eyes
go to Officer Mitchell, who mutters, “Fuck.”
“He cheated on me a month
ago, and I haven’t talked to him since then,” I tell him, and he shakes his
head.
“We have time stamps for
phone calls between the two of you over the last month.”
“Did you ever look at how
long those calls lasted?” I ask, knowing that if he did, he would know we
didn’t actually talk. “He called. He called over and over. Finally, I had to
pick up to tell him to stop calling me. I didn’t want anything to do with him a
month ago, and I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with him now.”
“Another fucking road
block,” Officer Plymouth grumbles, and my head swings to him.
“I’m sorry. I swear that if
I knew anything, I would help you out, but I don’t. Lane never told me anything,
and I sure as hell didn’t see anything. If I had, I would have talked to my
uncle about it.”
“You’re sure you didn’t see
anything, hear anything?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him,
wishing I did know something, not because I’m a rat, but because I know what
drugs can do to people. I know not everyone dies from using drugs, not
everyone’s life goes to shit from using them, but my best roommate freshmen
year of college overdosed and died, and that was only after she turned into a
completely different person. Someone I didn’t like much. Someone I couldn’t
trust. So, there’s no way I would ever protect anyone who is responsible for
supplying those drugs, no matter how much I care about them.
“Would you be willing to
get back in with Lane?” Officer Plymouth asks, bringing my attention to him. My
heart flips in my chest at the thought, but I don’t get a chance to answer,
because someone bangs hard on the glass mirror in front of me, causing my image
to go funny.
About the Author
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
Website: http://aurorarosereynolds.com/
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