Our secrets define us.
I’ve run far to escape my past. Eight years and almost two thousand miles lie between me and the horror that consumes me. My life is a series of superficial relationships and closed doors designed to keep me safe. I will never let myself become the person I was. That girl is dead, and in her place is a woman who guards her inner self fiercely. I’m not going to let anyone breach those hard earned barriers. Not even him.
But when those secrets come home to roost, I have to decide what I’m willing to risk for my happily ever after. When the evil I left behind finds me, I have to choose. Will I succumb to the girl I was and crumble under the pressure? Or can I break the cycle and finally be free to fly?
I took the envelope, and our fingertips brushed. My breath caught. It was unbelievable that such a small touch could affect me so much, but there I stood, my heart pounding in my chest and a heated flush working its way up my neck. He was standing way too close to me, and I swayed as lust hit me full force.
He caught my hand before I could jerk away and brushed his thumb across my knuckles in a soft gesture that left my skin tingling. Emotions flitted through me so fast I couldn’t make sense of them. An ache started in my chest, and I searched his tender expression, confused. How had we gone from jesting to this?
I was in way over my head with this man.
I closed my eyes as the enormity of the situation hit me. I couldn’t pretend this was all about sex anymore. Not with his affection shining through so clearly.
Just as I was about to tell him to let go, he sucked in a ragged breath and stepped away before clearing his throat.
I opened my eyes and stared at him, bewildered.
“Have a good night, Zoe,” he said and went back to sit at his desk.
I almost asked him what happened, but I decided against it. I’d asked for this, hadn’t I? He was respecting a rule I had put in place.
As desire pulsed through me, I cursed my own stupid rule. I was officially an idiot. I sighed as I fled the office in sexual frustration, not even bothering with a goodbye.
Morgan Reeves currently lives in the middle of Iowa, surrounded by lots of cornfields and people with a fanatic love for college football. Her heart, however, will always belong to California. She has two Minions to call her own and a husband who may or may not think she’s insane. Morgan loves to read romance in any genre, and she loves to chat books. She also loves Facebook, so feel free to stalk her at https://www.facebook.com/authormorganreeves or add her as a friend on her personal page. She’d love to hear from you! Free to Fly is her first published book, and is the first in a series of interconnected standalones.