About the Book
How could he do this to me?
I believed him.
I trusted him.
When Skylar is faced with her biggest fear, old insecurities cause her to do what she did best.
Hide from the truth.
Wyatt was determined not to let the only woman he loved run from him. He only had one choice.
He would fight for her.
Both would be tested.
Each would experience pain.
Will truth conquer all?
Time would test their love.
Fate would decide their future.
Grabbing my purse, I headed to the door. Opening it, I let out a scream when I saw Zeb there with his hand up, ready to knock.
“Holy shit, Skylar! You scared the piss out of me.”
Covering my chest with my hand, I took in a few deep breaths. “Zeb, what are you doing here?”
He shook his head and laughed. “I told Michelle I’d meet her today. I have a few things to pick up, and…well, I wanted to say good-bye to her in person. I figured y’all would be back by now.”
“Did she not text you? She had to stay back in Waco with Wyatt. She had a leak; her hot water went out or something.”
Zeb smiled. “No. I didn’t get the text.”
I frowned. “Weird.”
He shrugged. “Well, would you mind if I came in really quick and grabbed my stuff? It’s just a couple of shirts.”
I lifted my brows. Why in the world does he have clothes here? He’d never spent the night.
“Sweatshirts. I wore a few over here and forgot them.”
Zeb and his sweatshirts. I swore, he had one for every day of the year.
With a chuckle, I motioned for him to come in. “I was getting ready to leave, but if it will just take a few minutes, no problem.”
Zeb walked past me and headed to Michelle’s room. I shut the door and made my way into the kitchen. Glancing at my watch, I still had a few minutes to spare. Might as well grab some water and a few snacks.
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. I hated Tupperware parties. Or Pimped-Out Chef or whatever the hell it was called. We were in college. Half of us lived in dorm rooms. Why in the hell do we need kitchen stuff?
Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed an apple and a cheese stick. When I turned back around, Zeb was standing in the kitchen.
I screamed and dropped my snacks. “Jesus, Zeb. You scared me again.”
By the look on his face, I instantly knew something wasn’t right. Everything I’d learned in self-defense class was pulsing through my body. It was like a sign was flashing, Warning!
“You’ve got to know, I’ve always liked you, Skylar.”
Panic started to set in as I quickly took in the situation. When I glanced down, I noticed he had nothing in his hands. “Where, um…where are your sweatshirts?”
He looked down at his hands and then back up at me. “I know you want me as much as I want you. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
Oh God. This isn’t happening to me again.
About the Author
Writing young adult fiction under the pen name of Ella Bordeaux, Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author.
Finding her way back to one of her favorite genres, Ella will be publishing her first young adult fiction book, Beautiful, June 7, 2016.
Ella lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter and two puppies. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.