Uncovered Accent (Chris #3)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 68 (v.1) - Back in Abbotsford

Submitted: February 14, 2012

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Submitted: February 14, 2012



…………… I reached over and shook Angela.

“We’re about to touch down” she stretched and nudged Mike

“We seem to live on planes” Mike groaned twisting his neck as we hit the runway and taxied to one of the hangers. I picked up my purse and walked down the plane as the steward opened the door and let down the steps. I got off the plane Angela following me and put her arm round my waist.

“You’re shaking”

“I’m scared” I put on my sunglasses

“Of Chad?” she frowned

“Of losing him totally” I sighed as Mike walked over

“You’re going to let him talk to you?” Mike smiled I nodded. “You okay to drive?” I dug into my purse and pulled out the keys for Chad’s corvette.

“I’m fine” I took a deep breath as I walked over to the car “thank you for coming for me”

“We do it because we love you” Angela smiled at me “Call if you need us” I nodded and got in the car and started the engine my hands gripped the wheel as I headed for home.

The closer I got the sicker I felt, the more nervous I became. I wanted Mike to be right about him not wanting Marianne but I wasn’t convinced I pulled u at the gate and hit the button and drove up the drive and parked the corvette next to the hummer where it had been. I picked up my purse and got out, Bruce the cat ran across the manicured lawn and wound in and out of my legs.

“You here for moral support?” I sighed bending down to scratch him behind the ear He looked at me and mewed I stood up and walked by where Mac was parked next to Mutton I trailed my hand across both of the hoods and walked up the steps to the front door, pausing before pushing it open. I put my purse on the table by the door and walked down the hall toward the kitchen the sounds of the TV playing quietly pointing me in the right direction.

Dan was sitting at the counter his laptop in front of him coffee steaming in the cup next to him as he flipped through web pages groaning and shaking his head. He popped the lid from the bottle of Advil next to him and tipped out two. I pushed off the wall and stepped into the kitchen.

“Try a shot… helps a ton with a hangover” He jumped almost falling off the stool

“Damn it Chris” he gasped “That didn’t’ help my head” he took a deep breath and looked at me “I’m going to be honest and tell you, you look like crap” he got up and walked over to me and hugged me

“Where is he?”

“Upstairs in the tub” Dan walked over to the coffee pot as I sat on the stool he’d been sat at. He poured me a coffee and pushed it across the counter “You going up to him?” I shook my head and ran my finger over the mouse “Chris” he went to stop me as a window popped up. I took in the page and closed my eyes.


“Glad the two of you had a good night…” I looked at him “you know she was there?”

“Not till we were in the VIP section and she tried to get in” Dan shook his head he walked round the counter “He didn’t even talk to here and look at the picture of the two of them that was from before he met you” Dan frowned “Chris I had to get him out of the house and look at this one. He popped open a second story “We know its bullshit but seeing this is still rough as hell” I looked at the pictures from the airport earlier of me with Kellan on the screen


“Dan, DAN” Chad’s voice made my spine stiffen as I heard him running down the stairs “the vettes back in the…” he stopped talking as he came into the kitchen

“I’m going to go to the studio” Dan squeezed my shoulder as he walked by me. I could feel Chad looking at me. My heart was thundering like herd of wild mustangs in my chest One hand gripped the coffee cup the other held on to the seat of the stool.

“Hey” Chad voice was soft he moved into the kitchen and leant on the counter facing me “I practiced what I was going to say to you and now you’re here…” I moved my eyes from the flecks in the granite of the countertop and looked at him, he was hung over as all hell I knew that look but it didn’t cause the puffiness and glassiness in his eyes………………

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