Irreparable (Wounded Souls) by Amanda Lanclos Read Free Book Online Page B

pull up into her driveway and she smiles at me. “Thanks for tonight Carter. It was fun.” She bites her lip and I’m done.  I reach over and pull her lip out of the cage she made with her teeth. 
    “Don’t do that Sam. I can’t control myself if you do that.”  She blushes and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t do it again.
    “Sam,” I growl and she blushes. Damn it! Why does she have to be so cute when she blushes?
    “Sorry, habit,” she says and looks over at me. “I um, I had a good time tonight Jameson.  Thank you for tonight.”  She smiles and grabs her purse, but I stop her by grabbing her arm.  She goes rigid, and jerks her arm away. 
    “Please don’t,” she whispers and then gets out of the car,  runs into the house and slams the door.
    What in God’s name just happened? She was fine all night, and now she’s running from me? I swear, I have no clue what’s going on, but I will find out.
    Putting the car in reverse, I back up and leave her house. I pull my phone out and text her. Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Fifteen minutes later, I pull into my driveway and still nothing from Sam.  Well hell. So much for today being my lucky day.
     

 

    Two weeks has gone by since I last saw Sam. I text and get nothing. The only thing that even remotely calms me down is running.  Luckily for me, Sam gave me the means to do just that.  So here I am, in the park at eight o’clock on a Friday night running.  I feel like Forrest Gump, running just to run, running from nothing, running to nothing, just running to feel the burn of sucking oxygen into your lungs.  Running, so you feel something other than regret.
    It seems like I have a lot to be regretful for. I regret ever leaving that day, leaving to go fight a war that I don’t even understand what we are really fighting for anymore. We got the bastard that planned 9/11. We aren’t there to protect their people, even though they need protecting, that’s for damn sure.  I have seen things no one should ever have to see.
    I witnessed a child beaten, and a mother raped, all because the guy could do it. Well trust me, that guy can’t do it again.  I’ve witnessed children walking into a room with a bomb strapped to them and I’ve had to take them out to save the other people there.  It’s not an easy job but when you’re given a choice of life or death. You tell me what you’d do.  You’d pull that trigger too, even if the person getting the bullet is a nine year old boy.
    So, I run, I run from my past. I wish I was running towards a future I knew, a future with a beautiful spunky blonde, with boobs to die for and lips that look amazing when she bites them.  I run until I can’t pull air into my lungs, until the white t-shirt I am wearing is soaked and see-through with sweat, and then I run a few more minutes, just because I can.
    I stop under a light and I gasp for breath, my hands on my knees panting. I’m trying to slow down my breathing when I see a pair of heels under me. What the hell is a chick doing out here at night by herself?
    “Here, idiot.” I groan when I hear Sam’s voice and smile at the water bottle that is thrown into my view.
    “Thanks Sam,” I gasp and gulp the lukewarm water down. Damn, she even remembers I hate freezing cold water.  Can this girl get any more perfect?
    “What in the hell are you thinking Jameson? Your legs are going to be killing you in the morning, your ass better take some Tylenol when you get home. Actually take it now,” she yells and starts digging through her big ass purse. What is it with women and these purses they pack around? Do they really have that much shit that they need to put in there? She shoves two pills in my hand and puts her hand on her hip waiting for me to take them.
    “Sam, I am not a kid, and your name sure as hell isn’t Jennifer Carter.” I sigh and she glares so I take the pills and look at her. “Happy?”
    “Very, and your ass better be glad it was me