A Divided Heart Read Online Alessandra Torre

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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Brant was a public transportation pussy.

My brain winced at the crudeness of my inner thoughts, glancing around casually to make sure my obscenity wasn't telegraphed.

Nope, all clear. The line ahead of us shifted and we took one step forward. I glanced at my watch, worried about the time. Too late, I yanked my wrist down and tried to hide the motion with an elaborate yawn.

"We late?"

Brant had become obsessed with the time; certain we were going to miss the flight. He’d checked his watch and calculated our rate of airport progression so many times that I’d taken away his watch and stuffed it into one of the inner compartments of my Jimmy Choo hobo bag.

"Nope," I lied. "We're good."

"I don't think we are. There are 121 people between the first security checkpoint and us, and they’re processing individuals at a rate of fifteen to twenty seconds per interaction. If you take an average of eighteen seconds each person, that’s twenty-two hundred seconds. Thirty-six minutes. Given that I can't see the next stage of the process, we can only guess at the duration of that wait. But our tickets indicate that boarding ends fifteen minutes before departure. So, unless it’s earlier than 3:12, which would only give us a window of twenty minutes for the next stage of the security process, we’re going to miss the plane." He stared at my wrist as if the power of his stare alone could force the bones to turn and reveal the time.

I tucked my hands in my hoodie pockets out of pure stubbornness. Why couldn't he be normal? The type of boyfriend who glanced at a watch and stated some unfounded prediction that we might miss our plane? I didn't need intelligent foundations for my worries. I just wanted to move obliviously toward my demise.

The chatterbox in front of us had stopped talking about clothes and had moved into our space, gawking at Brant like he was an informational display, her pokey elbows jabbing into the girth of her husband. He noticed and I stifled a laugh at the alarm that crossed his face.

"Looks like you'll have to recalculate," I whispered as a new line opened to the right, catching the attention of our entire section, heads snapping, feet scurrying, as everyone did a jerky dance where they tried to decide to take the new path or stay in the soon-to-be-shorter current location. "Do we move?"

He watched the traffic, his eyes bouncing, mind ticking, then shook his head. "No."

I stayed in place, stepping forward as our line thinned considerably.

"I'm not sure you were right," I said a few minutes later, watching the speedy pace of the new line.

"About what?" He seemed calmer; the clench of his jaw less noticeable.

"This line being faster."

"It's not."

I looked over at him, pausing in my search for a mint in my purse. "What?"

"This line's not faster. It's going to take an extra five to seven minutes in this line."

I whipped my head right, looking in exasperation at the new line, Hawaiian shirt guy and his loud wife a good ten people closer to security than us. "Then why'd you tell me to stay here?" I couldn't help it. I looked at my watch. 3:19 p.m.

"I watched her." He pointed to the wife of Hawaii. "Then decided on the opposite course of action." He met my glare head-on, and the corner of his mouth crooked slightly.

I couldn't stop my laugh; it burst out with enough force that I had to sit on the top of my rolling suitcase, all of the day's stress leaving in that one moment. Suddenly, it didn't matter if we made the plane or not. If the weekend was a disaster or saved. All that mattered was that I was with him.

I contained my laughter as he leaned down, tugging on my ponytail as he kissed me. "I really do love you," I whispered against his mouth.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he replied, and took another kiss. Behind us, an exasperated sigh sounded, followed by the irritated tap of a ballet flat.

Brant pulled me to my feet, his other hand scooping up my suitcase and moving us a few steps closer to takeoff.

I was so happy. So oblivious to the secret hidden in his kiss, the secret that was following us to Belize.

The secret I discovered that first night in paradise.

Chapter 19 - Belize

I woke up to the sound of curtains moving with the ocean breeze. The crash of waves put me in my bedroom but the air was wrong. It wasn't the icy Californian chill, but a balmy caress, warm enough to comfort but cool enough to enjoy. I sat up, my eyes adjusting to the dark, the white linen curtains billowing in the wind, the ocean sparkling under the glow of the moon through the open doors. I relaxed back against the sheets and rolled, stretching out my arm, but the other side of the bed was empty. Stilling, I listened, lifting my head when I didn't hear anything. "Brant?"


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