Page 157 of Broken Lines


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Last night was awful.

The morning is worse.

For one, I’m alone. And the bed doesn’t look disturbed next to me, which means he heard what I said about not coming up last night.

Even if I secretly hoped he would.

I’m also exhausted from not falling asleep until God knows when. But I’m up, and there’s no going back to sleep now. Not with my brain already churning on full steam, replaying and rehashing everything that happened last night.

My hands push my hair out of my face as I groan.

I hate this feeling.

I slip out of bed and use the bathroom. I brush my teeth, slip on some clothes, and then head downstairs. I stop short in the doorway to the living room.

Jackson is still asleep—or passed out, at least—on the couch. He’s shirtless, looking way too hot for how angry I still am at him.

He also looks mad. I mean he literally looks angry at his dreams. I almost wake him, so we can just cut through the shitty part and get right to the part where we’re kissing again. But I don’t.

Idowant to get to that part—the part that comes after the anger and the fight. But I need to collect my thoughts first.

I turn to look out the windows at the ocean.

What I need isspace.

“Mornin’,Melody.”

“Good morning, Albert.”

I smile at the dock master as I climb up the gangway from the lower docks. Albert steps out of the small office and zips his coat up.

“How’s island life?”

“Oh…” I shrug. “Fine, thanks.”

“You’re getting better in that thing.”

I grin as he nods past me to where I’ve docked Jackson’s boat.

“Helps that this one has an engine and not oars.”

He chuckles, glancing up at the gray late fall sky.

“We’re gonna get some weather soon, I think.”

“What, snow?”

“Ayuh. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”

“Huh. Good to know.”

I start to walk past him, when he turns.

“Hey, Melody, I haven’t really seen much of Robbie the last few weeks. How is he?”

I stop, inhaling slowly as I glance back at him.

“He’s a pain in my ass, Albert. A pain in my ass.”

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