Holden's Resurrection (Gemini Group #6) - Riley Edwards Page 0,24
look for. He’d also ensured me he’d had a chat with the man and made it clear he was not to approach me or Faith. If he did, I was to call Nix or one of the other guys right away. So far, I’d seen the PI but he hadn’t gotten close. Even if I hadn’t received the picture, I would’ve been able to spot the man. He wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. Though, if I hadn’t known who he was, I would’ve marched my happy ass straight to him the first time I saw him lift his camera in my direction and kicked him in the balls.
I couldn’t say I was pleased some creep was taking pictures of Faith and me, but I could say I was mighty happy that even though Beatrice had taken out a second mortgage she still couldn’t afford the best. This lawsuit was going to eat through my savings quickly enough as it was.
My gaze went out the window and I smiled when I saw the piles of snow. Later today, after Rory and Faith were done putting together the dollhouse, I’d take them outside to build a snowman. There was a small courtyard between my front door and the restaurant next door—it would be the perfect place to let the girls have some fun without worrying about Alec losing his mind because his daughter’s picture had been taken.
There was a knock at the door and a tingle went up my spine. I knew that feeling, the same dread I had whenever Holden was near.
“Is that them?” Faith yelled down the stairs.
I turned and found her looking down at me from the landing.
“No, baby. Rory’s not getting dropped off for another few hours.”
“I thought maybe she was early.”
“Nope. Macy would’ve called.”
Without further complaint, Faith rushed back up to her room.
My plan to ignore the door was dashed at the very loud pounding.
I wanted another altercation with Holden—never. But more than that, I didn’t want to have one with my daughter around. I wasn’t a very reasonable person on a good day; being confronted by Holden’s presence sent me over the edge, straight to insanity. I was still in deep denial, telling myself I no longer loved him.
Now I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how destroyed he looked when he told me he couldn’t have kids. No way he’d lie about that, would he? No. I quickly shoved that thought aside. Holden could be an ass but he’d never lie about that.
I wanted her to be.
I wish she was.
God, why did he have to say those things? It had taken all of my strength not to rush to his side and pull him into my arms. Despite everything he’d done to us, it killed to see him in so much pain.
But I couldn’t. He didn’t want me to console him. He didn’t want me to touch him. He didn’t want me, period.
How the hell could he blurt out something so huge, then not elaborate, not talk about it, not tell me if that was why he’d left me? And if that was the reason, I didn’t know how I felt about that. Furious came to mind, but so did sadness.
Time. I just needed more time and one day I’d forget about him. But when the third knock came, I knew today would not be the day he started to fade into the back of my mind.
No, today was going to be the day I made it clear, he was never to show up at my house uninvited, and since I’d never invite him, he’d never be welcome.
I was on the bottom step when the fourth bang started.
“Keep your pants on.”
I threw the door open and froze.
That single moment of extreme fear was a moment too long. I started to slam the door but a very large man shoved it open.
Then my world went black.
Faith.
“Charleigh.”
Someone called my name. Though it sounded like I was in a tunnel. A long, dark tunnel. I was running, trying to get to the end—I had to get to Faith but I couldn’t do it. Every time the end drew near, the road in front of me would lengthen and I’d have farther to go.
Why was Faith running from me?
“Why isn’t she waking up?”
There it was again, a whisper of a voice. I wanted to wake up and get out of this nightmare.
“I’ll be back.”
Holden.
He was there. Was he taking Faith? Why couldn’t I catch her? Where’d she go?