Transcending Nirvana (Dark Evoke #3) by V. L. Brock Read Free Book Online Page A

could sleep at night…”
    WHAT? What the fuck was I saying? Jesus, Mary mother of God.
    “I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was, in setting up a safety net for you, I knew without doubt that when you left him, if you didn’t want anything to do with me, or if for some reason I wasn’t there to help protect you, that at least you wouldn’t be strapped.” I hung my head and the center of my upper lip was traced with my thumb. “At least I’d be able to sleep knowing that you were safe and not totally fucked,” I finished, my throaty voice laden with support and compassion.
    The sound of the lock clicking startled me. My gaze traveled up a slender, bronzed leg, a white pair of boxers and an oversized white T-shirt, until I was finally met with her innocent face. Kady Jenson had that natural beauty about her, her narrow, straight nose and high set cheekbones, and a pair of piercing blue eyes which could strip the flesh from your bones. A fierce passion had the muscle in my chest either lurching or halting, and it did so every single time I looked at her, thought of her…touched her…
    “You really did it for me?” she asked, looking uncertain with her lips pulling to the side.
    I nodded my head. “And I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I had to.”
    When she nodded thoughtfully and a trace of a smile caused her mouth to twitch, I freed my numb arse from the cold floorboards, and followed her into the bedroom, recalling everything that I had repeated during the last few weeks, both good and bad, to get to where we are now.
    Would I redo it all again if I had to?
    Would I risk hurting her to protect her?
    Every day for the rest of my Goddamn life, was my silent answer.
    Kady
    My body sunk back into the mold of the bed, my back warmed by the presence of Walker as he spooned me. In the valley of my cleavage, I wrapped and held his arm in my embrace. The scent of him, the feel of him, his voice as he whispered that he was sorry for the way I found out, but would never be sorry for his actions, into my ear, had goose bumps over my arms, neck and spine spawning.
    I had laid there listening to his heartfelt explanatory words travel through the doorway. His hesitations were one I knew I needed to decipher. So intently laden were they that I had to remind myself of why I was pissed off at him in the first place, just so I wouldn’t run to him to offer comfort in the form of wrapped arms and a hasty forgiveness. It was almost as if his certain words and phrases were the metal prongs of a fork, and reality was a freshly set dental filling.
    He held me for minutes, his chest pushing against my back with each even breath he took. But there was only so much stillness a person could take, so within those mute moments, I gathered the questions which I hoped would fit pieces of yet another puzzle together.  Breaking the ear-splitting silence, I muttered, “I need answers, Walker.”
    “What do you mean, darlin’?” he replied, pressing a kiss against my shoulder.
    Moment of truth…
    “So many things don’t make sense to me…”
    “Such as?”
    “Why didn’t you and Laurie tell me from the get go what had happened, and how you knew me?”
    He snorted derisively as if knowing that that question was going to be the first to be broached. “Darlin’, if I had told you everything after you had woken up, you wouldn’t have believed me. I was a stranger to you; it would have pushed you closer to Him. I needed to earn your trust––pull you out of your shell. But in all fairness, it’s not like I didn’t try.” His hold on me tightened and the sensation of his leg hair tickled against me as he hooked his upper leg over mine.
    “Tried?”
    “You asked me what ‘Anali’ meant…” I held my breath. My alertness at his words was matched by scaling apprehension. “It’s not a word; it was how you overheard it. I couldn’t say what I wanted clearly because of that bastard, but what I actually said that night