His Word...Detraction (excerpt)

Working Title: His Word...Detraction Release Date: Coming in 2020

EXCERPT... (NOT EDITED YET)

Chase Anderson

“We have to meet her in Sydney tomorrow.” “Sydney?” Elaine nodded her head. But her teeth were nibbling on her lower lip. “Why do we have to meet her in Sydney?” “Look, Chase, there’s a few things I have to tell you before we meet with her. But I can’t get into it while I’m driving,” she answered tersely. So, I bit my tongue. If I pushed, it would piss her off and she might just remain silent to spite me. Our conversation on the drive to the house she and Daniel called home consisted of every subject, except Angelica. By the time we pulled up in her driveway I was almost at breaking point. Getting out, and grabbing my suitcase from the back, I followed her up to the front door, waiting behind her while she found the right key to unlock it. “Daniel not home yet?” I asked. “No, he won’t be home until later.” She pushed the key in and unlocked the door, pushing it wide as she entered. I followed her through. “Same room as last time, Chase,” she tossed over her shoulder on the way to the coffee machine in the kitchen. I disappeared down the hallway, put my suitcase down and retraced my steps back out to the kitchen in time to see Elaine take two mugs out of the cupboard. “Actually,” she mumbled to herself, then put them back, and I frowned. What the fuck is she doing? She leaned over the bench and flicked the switch off on the coffee machine. Reaching up, she opened a cupboard and pulled the bourbon out. Oh, fuck. What in the hell has she got to tell me if I need a stiff drink in my hand to hear it? I took a seat at the table. She glanced over her shoulder hearing the chair scraping on the floor. “Just getting us something to drink.” “Really,” I smirked. “I thought you were doing some stretching exercises,” I added sarcastically enough to earn an exasperated look from her in return. I noticed she poured double the amount of the first glass, into the second. Guess that one’s mine, I thought, raising a brow. She must have some serious shit to tell me. Elaine put the top back on the bottle and put it back in the cupboard, then picked up the glasses and took them over to the ice dispenser in the fridge door. Once a few blocks had been added to both glasses, she brought them over to the table. I wisely remained silent, but picked up my glass to take a mouthful, instinctively knowing I was going to need every drop she’d poured into it to hear what she had to say. “There’s two things you need to know,” she began without beating around the bush and I braced myself. “The first thing is, Angel’s pregnant.” What. The. Fuck? I picked up my glass and drank two hefty mouthfuls. That shit almost set my throat on fire. “Webber’s?” I snarled, staring at the amber liquid now swirling around inside the glass I was holding as I moved it in a mindless circle.

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