Beautiful broken por Em Frances
Bienvenidos A St. AnneLa pérdida de su madre volvió su mundo al revés y reveló una verdad que nunca había conocido. Toda su vida se sentía como una mentira.
SonnyAhora, vive bajo sus propios términos. Hace lo que, y a quién, quiere, cuando quiere. No puede lastimarse si no deja que nadie se acerque lo suficiente. Estar sola es sólo el precio que tiene que pagar. No va a dejar que un hombre como Brig se acerque a ella, no importa cuán buenas sean sus miradas o intenciones.
Brig como uno de los hijos favoritos de St. Anne, ha vivido una vida encantadora, nunca deseando nada. Familia, amigos, negocios, es rico en formas que significan más que signos de dólar. No sabe lo que significa fracasar. Mal hablado y hermoso, pero cauteloso, Sonny es todo lo que nunca sabía que quería. Pero cuando se trata de ella, querer se ha convertido en necesidad, y por primera vez en su vida, tiene que luchar por algo.Sonny ha pasado tanto tiempo manteniendo a la gente lejos que la idea de dejar a Brig entrar se siente peligrosa.Pero el peligro ya viene por ella.
Brig como uno de los hijos favoritos de St. Anne, ha vivido una vida encantadora, nunca deseando nada. Familia, amigos, negocios, es rico en formas que significan más que signos de dólar. No sabe lo que significa fracasar. Mal hablado y hermoso, pero cauteloso, Sonny es todo lo que nunca sabía que quería. Pero cuando se trata de ella, querer se ha convertido en necesidad, y por primera vez en su vida, tiene que luchar por algo.Sonny ha pasado tanto tiempo manteniendo a la gente lejos que la idea de dejar a Brig entrar se siente peligrosa.Pero el peligro ya viene por ella.
The devil himself straightened up and moved to the passenger's door ahead of me. I was still lost in my thoughts, so when he opened the door for me, I absently said "thank you" and climbed into the cab. I guess he had been expecting me to protest his gesture and affirm my ability to open my own door because he still stood there with his hand on the door handle.
"Don't throw the eyebrow at me, Brigham. I am capable of accepting a gentleman's exercise of manners," I said in a quiet firm tone that was much less than my normal level of tenacity. Make no mistake, I knew exactly how rough and tough I sounded to others. Like I told Tish, old habits die hard.
"I know you are, sweetheart. I'm just waiting for you to burst into flames or something. Or is it an internal reaction, like when the Grinch's heart grew two sizes?"
I couldn't help but laugh. I dropped my head back onto the headrest and turned to look at Brig, who looped his arm through the open truck window with a proud smile. "Thanks for that, too."
His smile shifted slightly, more concerned than prideful now, as if my words had touched him somehow. "Anytime. Especially if it means I will hear your laugh or see your smile. You need to do that more often, y'know. Either of them, both of them. It is a sight to see."
I didn't know how to handle someone being tender with me, and began to feel some panic. I shifted in the bucket seat, suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed that I didn't know how to accept simple human kindness. I felt like I owed him an apology somehow, but when I turned my attention back to him, he was moving to close my door.
"What was that comment about my eyebrow, smartass?" he asked before rounding the front of the truck to get behind the wheel. He got settled in and started the engine, but turned to me before going anywhere. Up went the eyebrow in question. "Hmmmm?" Bless this man for changing the subject.
"Every time I argue with you or say something you don't like, you throw me that look." I nodded once in his direction, and then attempted to replicate it. I could feel my eyebrow being uncooperative, which drew a belly laugh from Brig.
"Don't hurt yourself."
I quickly stuck my tongue out at him and watched his eyes darken. He turned his attention away from me and my mouth and put the truck in reverse. He didn't speak again until he had negotiated us off the shoulder and back into the flow of traffic on Scenic Highway, heading toward my house. "Besides, if I raised an eyebrow every time you argued with me or said something I didn't like, this look-" he pointed to his face as he raised his eyebrow, "would be permanent." He must've anticipated my next move, because he continued before I could move a muscle. "Two things. First, don't go assuming I'm a gentleman. Which leads me to the second. You better keep that tongue in your mouth. I don't think you are ready for what I want to do to it, or how I want you to use it."
Em Frances is a foul-mouthed, filterless Jersey girl who lives in northern Florida with an extremely patient and tolerant husband and their two dogs.
When she isn't writing, or when she's supposed to be writing (lol), she's usually on Facebook, reading or binge-watching TV...and sometimes all three at the same time!
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