When Noah mentioned his mother, Grace didn't think she would be meeting her this earlier, or that this tall and beautiful young-looking woman would be her. When she had opened the door earlier to the door knocking, she had been surprised to see a woman standing there, with a bag and a basket. "Hello," the woman had said. “Hello, how can I help you?” she had asked and the woman had laughed and shook her head. Although, she should have been angry at the sarcastic laugh from the woman, but she hadn't found it offensive. It was just as if Grace had said something funny. “Help me? How can you help me?” she had smiled again, then. "Sorry, I don't mean to offend you. I'm Tammy, Noah’s mother.” She had said and Grace had almost gasped. “Oh, wow! I didn't know that,” she had said, pulling the door wider for her to come in. "I'm sorry, Noah didn't say you were coming, ma'am. He's not indoor as well.” She said. Tammy laughed again. "Ma'am? Young woman, that’s offensive, don't you think? I'
Noah left work late today, but it didn't stop him from hearing about his mother’s escapades. She did that sometimes, no matter what anyone said. He knew without being told that his father would have advised her against it, but as he knew, she was a strong headed woman and a matchmaker. At least, she prided herself on being that, and after a long while of trying, she had succeeded with his brother. Ezekiel had met his bride to be through their mother’s antics. She had one day asked him home to her house, saying she was down with the flu, and needed him to pick up her prescription at the hospital, and on his way drop something at the old Judge Raymond’s house, and that had been all. Ezekiel should have known that it was just a tactic for something, seeing as he could have called Noah who was a doctor and worked at that same hospital she wanted him to pick up a prescription from. Now, she was trying to do the same thing with him, and he knew that the moment Charlotte told him. “What
Being a military brat taught Jimmy Guerrero everything he knew, and it had been an enlightening one, one he thought he had seen all, but this he hadn't. As he watched what was in the video, he gaped his mouth open, not believing his eyes. How had this happened to anyone and they had survived it? The recording showed that this had happened four months ago, and he shivered to look at it.So when his phone rang suddenly, he had been so startled he had jumped and then froze. No one would watch this and not have their blood run cold. “Hello,” he heard after finally picking up his call. He was sitting in his garage with the laptop he was using to watch the recording in front of him. He paused, looking around to see that no one was around. Thankfully, it was Noah that was calling him, the good doctor that had helped him revive his daughter when she had almost died from drowning, or almost getting drowned. He was still thinking about calling him when he saw the tracker, an illegal kind of
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
Talking about using herself as bait when she realized Jack had came to town.“What do you mean?” Charlotte asked with a frown on her face as she looked at Grace panting.Grace put one hand on her chest and the other was pointed outside the door of the shop. “He’s here, Charlotte. My ex husband is here.” She said, swallowing at the same time, talking.She had gone out to take the trash when she saw him down the road on the main street seeing as she had decided to take the front.She was scared, or maybe she was more than scared. She wanted to go hide somewhere, anywhere at all, wherever it was that he wouldn’t find her.“What? Are you sure?” Charlotte asked, the distress showing right there on her face. She was sure that she was going to have a heart attack if care wasn’t taken because of how hard her heart was thumping against her rib cage. Nodding as she looked from Charlotte to the door, she said. “Yes. I’m sure he’s the one I saw.” She said.“Okay, you know what?” Charlotte asked w
Charleston, West VirginiaFBI BuildingWhen Agent Conner walked into the observation room the afternoon of that Saturday, he didn’t think he would see their boss, the deputy director, Mr. Jimmy, and a junior agent, Agent Smith in there.He was wearing a dark blue suit with a white and black striped shirt inside it, and he stood there in front of the one way mirror with his arms folded across his chest.“Sir,” he greeted him with a nod.“Agent Conner.” Mr. Jimmy nodded at him and then he greeted Smith then he sighed, before turning back to look through the one way mirror, where Agent Ezekiel sat and on the opposite side of the chair, was Jack Northland and Mr. Darien, his lawyer.The bastard had lawyered up the moment Zeke had mentioned warehouse to him. “What has the bastard said?” Conner asked looking at his junior colleague, but Agent Smith just shook his head. He hadn’t said anything, Conner thought. If the shake of his boss’s head was any indication.Conner furrowed his brow, pond
The small, secluded corner of the charity event became the stage for a confronting Jack, and it was as if Grace couldn’t think of anything than what they had planned, as she stared at Jack’s face. He looked as if he could have shot her if they were alone, but thankfully, they weren’t. Zeke’s penetrating gaze fixed on Jack, looking at him with reproach, something to mirror the exact way Grace felt.“You’ve been walking a tightrope, Jack,” Zeke said, his voice carrying a weighty seriousness. “But the act ends now.”There was nothing Grace could do but let Zeke take the lead, but at the moment, she seemed to have lost her voice and things seemed to be like a dream. She couldn’t believe in a million years she would be able to do a thing like this, confronting Jack, a man who had made her suffer all those years ago, like this.Jack’s facade flickered briefly, a moment of uncertainty crossing his face before he regained composure. “I’m not following,” he retorted, striving to mask his grow
Grace’s heart pounded with nervous anticipation as the car pulled up in front of the grand entrance to the charity event. “Be still, my heart.” She whispered.If this was some other day when she wasn’t so tensed and nervous, she would have thrown her head back and laughed at the ridiculousness of her words to steady herself.No one said words like that anymore, talk less, to themselves. She clutched her purse to herself as Noah offered her his hand to pull her out of the back of the limo Zeke had arranged. According to him, they needed to arrive in style, so that people would know they were of importance, as that would aid their plans for the night.The swarm of reporters and flashing cameras waiting outside made her feel uneasy, but there was a faint sense of relief knowing that anything that transpired tonight would be caught on camera, dissuading Jack from trying anything untoward.As she held unto Noah’s hand, she felt as if she could conquer the whole world, his confidence radiat
Being tensed doesn’t even began to explain how Grace was feeling as she sat in the hotel room in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with anticipation and dread. They were back in San Diego, according to Zeke’s request that they attend Jack’s charity event he was hosting with some people.He said he suspected that this was how they had been able to keep under the radar for a long while, and he wanted them to show up there.So, being nervous and tensed was just an understatement. If anything, she was scared, and the way her heart was leaping hard in her throat, pumping hard against her rib cage, was indication enough.Her hands trembled as she attempted to apply a touch of makeup, but her nerves made the task difficult. Tonight was the night she would confront her ex-husband, Jack, face-to-face for the first time since she ran away from him.Zeke’s plan echoed in her mind, the fact that he had said they had to attend this charity event, hosted by Jack and his associ
Back in West Valley Rocks, Grace and Noah became even more discreet about things than ever, but they were doing as Zeke had asked them to be. Things were a bit tough, between going to work, and making sure to close early, and driving back home to ensure no one from Diana came to threaten her again.Noah had insisted actually, but she didn’t want to have to be that scared anymore. Now, she was eased into closing early and getting back home early where it was save.Speaking of Diana, according to Noah, who wanted to meet with her and ask her about sending that man, she was nowhere to be found in town, so maybe she had skipped town, or at least, that was what Grace believed.Anyway, after work today, she had decided to make some pot roast she would be taking with her over to Noah’s parents, as they had invited a small number of people over to their house to celebrate the success of Zeke and his wife’s wedding, and honeymoon.Grace shook her head when she remembered Tammy calling her to i
The dimly lit apartment seemed smaller than usual as Noah and Grace stood facing each other, the tension thick between them. Grace’s hands trembled slightly as she struggled to articulate her fears. “Noah, I can’t do this anymore. We were so close to being caught tonight. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you.”Noah’s jaw clenched as he tried to maintain his resolve. “But Grace, we’re onto something. This isn’t just about us anymore. There’s something fishy going on in that warehouse, and I need to find out what it is.”“But at what cost, Noah?” Grace’s voice cracked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live with myself if anything happens to you because of this.”He softened, realizing the depth of her distress. “I understand, Grace. I do. But if we stop now, we might never uncover the truth. I can’t just turn away.”They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their opposing desires pulling at the fabric of their rela
The warm fragrance of sandalwood and man filled her nostrils, making her want to thread her fingers into the heavy waves of his hair, so she could hold him there and simply breathe in.They had just finished packing and Noah and came to her room to find her, to talk, but somehow, they had ended up in each other’s arms, his tongue down her throat.Her heart stuttered as he released her hands to slide one of his under her hair to the nape of her neck. The first brush of his mouth against hers had sent her eyelids drifting down so she could savor the firm warmth of the lipsHe traced the line between her lips with the tip of his tongue, not invading, just stroking lightly, shifting his weight so his thigh pressed between hers, the thin material of her skirt pulling tight around her hips to accommodate him.Grace moaned as she parted her lips, he swept inside, his tongue teasing the moist flesh of her mouth as he stroked it around, then he moved his leg between her thigh a little bit.It
Grace sighed, feeling a mix of relief and regret. “Noah, I… I’m sorry,” she said, her voice tinged with remorse. “I had no idea you felt that way. I was hurt and confused, thinking I had repulsed you in anyway. I mean, I’ve seen how attractive your ex girlfriend looks, so...”She trailed off to look away from him, getting embarrassed from talking this close to him. He put his hand under her chin to raise her face to his, a small smile playing on his mouth.Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. The air seemed lighter, the tension that had loomed between them dissipating with the truth finally laid bare.“I realized what I should have done when I pulled back. I should have talked to you about it,” Noah admitted, a hint of remorse in his voice. “But when I heard that cry, all I wanted to do was beat myself up and just punish me for hurting you in whatever way.”Grace nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we both should have. But now that we’ve cleared that up…” She trailed o