Series: Things That Matter #1
Five years ago, my mom, dad, and sisters were assassinated.
I should have died that night.
I still question my mental state because I had no proof those same killers were
after me. Yet still, I’d been trying to outrun my past and the men responsible
for what happened that night.
Until I met him, Caleb Connor.
Caleb became my safety net and I found I couldn’t pull away from him. Couldn’t
run away from him. And if sanity hadn’t been lost on me, I would have
recognized he was the last person I should have let into my life. The last
person I should have trusted.Caleb
My life has been anything but normal until Paige. She was supposed to be an
opportunity, my father’s next target.
I should have stayed away. It should’ve been that simple. But it wasn’t.
Paige was my main ingredient to changing everything, and in order to do that I
needed to get inside her head. It wasn’t easy but when it happened, a line was
crossed we never knew existed.
Now Paige has to confront her past and everything that torments her at night,
because a look into the past was the only solution to everything we’d been
afraid of questioning.
Who am I, and who was she?
walked toward me, and as he lifted his head, there was no hiding the shock on
his face. He quickly lowered his head and crossed the street. His strange
reaction set me even more on edge, but my apartment was only fifty feet away,
so I just picked up my pace. I wish I had been paying attention because, what
if he were coming from my apartment? What if there were more of them there
waiting for me? I couldn’t go upstairs.
side of the street. Maybe I could go to his place because there was no way I
wouldn’t be freaking out all night on my own. Besides, if I went to his place,
it would be a distraction. Chills ran down my spine, and I looked behind me,
continuing my walk past my own apartment and to the coffee shop a block ahead.
I turned down the street next to the coffee shop and did a full circle, dialing
Caleb’s number when I was a few feet away from the entrance to his apartment.
head and hands tucked into his pockets.
already? It’s been at least twenty minutes since you dropped me off. And where
did you come from?”
them on my hips. Then he turned me toward the door. “There’s nothing wrong with
being careful, Paige, but you wouldn’t be standing here if you didn’t feel like
you could trust me.”
I knew he could be right, but I shouldn’t trust him. My mind wandered as I
tried to push aside the heat radiating from his front onto my back.
he likes gets home safe.”
absence right away. I liked his touch. It was comforting, and I wanted him to
keep touching me, keep consoling me.
open. “It’s up to you.”
Casey rediscovered her passion for writing and hasn’t stopped writing since.
Her favorite genre is romance with a little angst, which is why she writes
sexy, funny, sweet, and emotional stories that are a bit more in depth, but so
much fun to read.
without sugar and milk. Apart from reading or writing, she loves to snowboard,
even when she’s catching an edge and face-planting in the snow. She absolutely