All Chapters of Pelican Bay Security: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"This church is better. Trust me," I say turning onto the long road that leads to the older section of Pelican Bay. "This is the church I went to as a kid. It's where all my best church memories happened."It's tiny, the same design as an old one-room schoolhouse but featuring a bell tower on top. It doesn't fit many people, and that's okay because not many people go to it. There isn't a nursery for the children and they don't do specialized classes. You go in, sit down, get a sermon, and go home. It's exactly my kind of church.My promise to God I'd attend church more may have taken place in a small airplane over the ocean while I thought I'd die, but that doesn't mean I plan to default on the agreement.Two weeks ago, the sermon was about old friends and being there for them even when they go through hard times, it doesn't seem odd to me that Huxley is here now — even if the circumstances aren't great. God, faith, mother nature, whatever you want to call it, the forces brought

The car door closes and Huxley is right there. Our kissing resumes. His shirt, the one I found so hot and sexy earlier, refuses to budge as I work to slip the button through the hole. He chuckles at each failed attempt, interrupting not only my concentration but a kiss, yet he refuses to help.The two of us make it to the side of my building and I tug Huxley closer. The scratchy parts of the brick dig into my back as I lean against the wall for support. Huxley's hand spans from my hip, slipping under my shirt and stopping at my rib cage. The tip of his thumb arches out to rub against the bottom of my breast.He gives me so little and leaves me wanting so much more. Kissing Huxley is a call to my soul. It's as if his lips can wash away all the pain and sorrow from the last couple of months. Everything I went through that brought me here and put him beside me has been worth it when he stands this close, his cologne filling my senses and his body shielding my mind from the outside wor

"Why do you rent from Pierce if you hate him so much?" This is the question I often levy at Katy, but she never has an answer. Well she does, but it's always something about being able to live close to the water and how can she rent from anyone besides Pierce."Where else can I live? I can't leave now. I've grown attached to the place." Her expected answer."And why are you staging a protest for a building that's already been destroyed?" I look down at my empty piece of white poster board, drawing a blank on exactly what I'm supposed to write. There's no helpful cheat sheet like in high school where you can easily find a cute little poem to write based on a rhyme around a player's last name."It was Pearl's idea. She heard after the building is down they plan to put in a mega tall skyscraper. Like ten stories."I nod my head like I completely agree with how horrible this will be, but Katy forgot one important detail. I've been living in Vegas. Ten stories is nothing. Our Rite A

What does he mean, "He'll handle it?" The last time Huxley handled something he ended up in a fist fight next to a dumpster.My apartment complex isn't far and I park in a spot next to the front door within five minutes. The drive here was white knuckled as I gripped the steering wheel with all my might driving twenty-five miles an hour. Here's another situation where Huxley plans to jump out and leap into danger. I was stupid to think he saw my point in our argument the other day.The car shuts off and I pull the key from the ignition, my hand braced on the door waiting to get out but not sure what I should do.Huxley's attention is on the side mirror as he watches the other car pull into the lot and park a few spaces further away. "Get out of the car and walk up to the apartment like everything is fine."Get out of the car? Has he lost his mind? Everything is not fine. I'm stressed and I can't decide if it's because he's stupid or I'm scared. Huxley opens his door and nods hi

Huxley parks the car and I jump out, super excited to see the tall ax-wielding man. The town keeps him up so that he always looks in pristine condition. His big thick brown beard is the same tone as his leather boots. With an ax over one shoulder he smiles out into the abyss. Perfect Paul."Come on," I say pulling on Huxley's hand as he's much slower to get out of the automobile. "We have to get a picture."I yank him all the way to the base of statue block, a large square of stone. Thankfully there's no one else around this time — sometimes Paul has a line — and we're able to go right to the front. Stopping between the two flower pots with bushy plants, we stand side by side and smile as I use my camera to take the weirdly angled selfie making sure to get Paul's face in the shot as well."Isn't it awesome?" I ask as we step away and I check the quick pictures I snapped.Huxley looks back at the towering man. "He's something all right."I slap him gently on the arm. "You out-