Divided Souls (Captured Miracle #3) by Alannah Carbonneau Read Free Book Online Page B

ocean water. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the rocking of the boat over the water, and the nausea it sparked in my belly. Obviously, the baby wasn’t a fan of water - which was ironic, really, as water was where our child had been conceived.
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    Calix pulled the boat up to a large dock that protruded out into the ocean water from the island. Yes, Calix had taken me to an island right off the mainland of Sitka Alaska. I knew Sitka housed multiple islands, some had been purchased privately and others remained barren, waiting patiently for ownership. This particular island obviously belonged to Calix. There was a large house sitting a small distance from the ocean shore, and trees surrounded it on three sides. It was beautiful. It had hundreds of windows. Hell, the entirety of the house was glass, and I couldn’t help but wonder, how Calix, my man of many secrets, was comfortable in a glass house.
    Between the countless panes of glass, was the structure of the house. It appeared to be crafted by wood, not quite log, but exposed wood none-the-less. It truly was a sight and if Calix were excited to show me, I knew I would be happier about being here.
    Calix spoke to Neil and the other man. “There is a guest house behind the main house. There is a surveillance system in place in which you can see anyone approaching the island from every angle. Eyes are to be on the system at all times.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Neil nodded and the other man beside him followed suit.
    Calix said nothing more as his hand wrapped once more around my wrist, and he pulled me along beside him toward the main house. The path we took up to the house was cobblestone, and artfully lain. The porch we walked up was an obvious wrap around, and I couldn’t help but think that this house, right here, was my dream house. It was everything and more that I had ever wanted in a home - and yet, I couldn’t deny that I missed the house Calix had in the Alberta Rockies.
    As he opened the door and guided me inside, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The view from the inside of the house was picturesque. The cabinetry and flooring had been stained a dark cherry wood and the countertop was a creamy off-white granite with veins of gold and splashes of red. The living area was open to the kitchen and there was a large fireplace crafted of the same cobble-looking stone that had built the walkway outside. It stretched up into the roof, and I couldn’t wait to have a fire raging, the flames igniting the room in the kind of warmth that only fire can offer.
    My eyes moved from the fireplace to the living area sprawled before it. A large brown leather couch sat with two cream-colored statement chairs, also made of leather. There was a large plush off-white shag rug sitting on the living room floor that I couldn’t wait to sink my feet into.
    “The bedrooms are upstairs. I’ve had a wardrobe ordered for you, but it’s not arrived yet, so you’ll have to do with what I’ve purchased from town until it arrives.” He wasn’t looking at me as he spoke, and I felt my throat closing in fear.
    “Calix,” I stepped toward him. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.” His reply was short and to the point. Something was most definitely wrong.
    He walked to the kitchen, and I watched through worried eyes, as he opened the fridge to pull a beer from within. I had never known Calix to drink beer. If anything, he drank wine or champagne - but never beer.
    “Something is wrong.” I insisted, watching as he took a long swig from the tall-necked bottle.
    After two months of being without the man, I couldn’t believe, that in our reunion, I was watching his lips cover the rim of a beer bottle, instead of my own lips. After two months, I couldn’t believe he was across the room from me, rather than circling me in the steady warmth of his embrace. I just - my mind simply could not connect the dots.
    As though the sound of my voice annoyed him, he slammed his bottle down against