Young Revelations (Young Series) by W.R. Kimble Read Free Book Online

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    He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “Right,” he says sardonically. “Next time I’ll get a bread bag twist tie.”
    I can’t hold back my laugh. “Thought you said this would be the last time?”
    “Indeed I did,” he agrees, kissing the back of my hand. “But I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself with something so heavy on your finger.”
    “Are you two done?”
    We look up, startled, and find Claire turned around in her seat glaring at us. Rolling our eyes at one another, we settle back in our seats, snickering every time we sneak a kiss behind Claire’s back.
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    The children’s museum turns out to be more fun than I thought it would be and I’m glad Claire managed to talk us into this outing when I would have much preferred sending everyone else out and spending some very quality time with my fiancée. Judging by the looks she’s sending me, Samantha would have preferred the same thing. I remind myself repeatedly this is supposed to be a family vacation and if I had wanted to spend several hours behind a locked door with Samantha, I probably should have waited to propose until we were home. But I waited as long as I could, much longer than I wanted to wait, and my only reason for doing so was to make sure she wants what I want.
    I keep thinking about how close I had been to blowing the entire thing after the incident at the bar. I’d gone out to answer a call from one of my contacts in the FBI, Marcus West. Marcus basically became my babysitter during the couple months that I was supposed to be dead and has taken on this entire situation, handling all the gritty details I haven’t been able to work on myself. He had called to tell me Frank Marone had been sighted in Pennsylvania early that night. Several people are tailing him and following every movement he makes to find out what he’s been up to since the plane went down. The news immediately put me on edge, especially after I recalled just how closely Samantha had worked with that bastard, even if it was only for a week or two. If she hadn’t discovered a file in Frank’s desk containing information about her and Tyler, she’d probably still be working with him—or at least until I managed to return and beat the shit out of him for some of his surveillance techniques. Among other things I’ve found out, Frank had a camera aimed downwards at Samantha’s desk and I can only imagine the views he received from that footage and what he might have done with it.
    So when I returned to the bar and found some asshole flirting with Samantha despite her body language that suggested his advances were less than unwelcome, I lost my temper. Maybe I was projecting my anger with Frank onto this guy, but I knew in that moment I could commit murder to defend my girlfriend and unborn child. There was every possibility he was merely an innocent drunk trying to pick up a girl at the bar—he wouldn’t be the first and I would be lying if I said I’d never done it myself—but I couldn’t take that chance. I probably would have been willing to let it go and laugh it off later if he’d kept his mouth shut and hadn’t insinuated things about my relationship with Samantha.
    The look on Samantha’s face after I punched the guy then started kicking him as hard as I could barely registered in my mind as fear. It wasn’t until we were out on the sidewalk and I heard myself saying horrendous things to her that I realized what I was doing. My cheek is still stinging slightly from her slap and I spent the entire ride back to the beach house believing I’d fucked up enough that I might have lost her for good. When I found her in the bedroom crying, I never hated myself more than I did in that moment. We weren’t supposed to be at odds with one another; I was supposed to be preparing to propose to her, my nerves heightened to the maximum level.
    I don’t know if the spa day and shopping trip I arranged for Claire and Samantha