Keep You Close – Rivers Brothers Read Online Jessica Gadziala

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“I have some in my purse,” she said. “Under the desk.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” I said, getting up, then pressing a kiss to her head before moving out, glad to have a second to talk to my brother without her overhearing.

“How is she?”

“She’s… okay. This isn’t the first time he’s found her.”

“This is her ex?” Rush asked.

“Yeah. He’s been stalking her since she left him. She’s moved a lot. But he finds her each time. She usually figures out how, and then makes sure she doesn’t make that ‘mistake’ again.”

“Fucker,” Rush growled.

“Yeah. This is why I wanted the security system at home. I thought she was safe here.”

“So, what now?” Nixon asked, coming out with a wet Samson following behind, shaking hard, and sending water flying, landing on all of us. “That room has a lot of blood on the walls.”

“It’s Joss’s,” I said. “She stabbed his arm.”

“Tossed the scissors in the sink,” Nixon said, nodding.

“Now, we clean shit up. Get all the blood inside and out. At least until the tree line,” King said. “We don’t want anyone finding that and asking questions. I will check the security feed in the office. If Joss didn’t disable it, I will erase it and create a loop for each feed, so it will look seamless.

“Once we’re done with that, we can have AJ call her boss, tell her that she fell in the parking lot, trying to get something out of her car and she had to go to the hospital.

“We will all leave. She will lock up. And then someone else will likely show up to take over her shift. That’s it.”

I found AJ’s purse, then made my way back to the break room to hand it to her while I made her a cup of coffee.

Rush and Nixon walked past, taking Samson with them again. A moment later, I heard the purr of the dog hair dryer.

AJ took her meds then waited with me until Kingston came to tell us we were all clear.

I was impressed at how well AJ pulled it together to fake a frantic call to her boss, talking about the fall, about the break, about needing to leave.

On the other end of the line, I could hear her boss begging her to take care of herself, not to worry about the dogs, that she would come over within the hour to take over.

With that, I walked AJ outside as the guys did one last tour of the building, checking all their work, then following us out.

Kingston, who was most familiar with him, took Samson, promising to drop him off at our place and hang with him for a bit.

Then I took AJ in my car to the hospital.

She rallied again, appearing both upset, in pain, and a little embarrassed about her mishap, claiming I’d even warned her that the steps were slippery as she was heading out the door, and she still fell anyway.

Silly me, right? was the vibe she gave off. And the nurse and the doctor smiled and nodded, sharing their own stories of being klutzes on occasion.

“We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?” she joked, waving at my boot, as the doctor slipped a brace onto AJ’s wrist, begging her to take it easy, so she didn’t move the bone out of place and require a cast.

“You guys need to be bubble-wrapped,” she agreed, shaking her head.

She was given instructions to take over-the-counter pain meds, as needed, to elevate and ice, and to follow up with an orthopedic doctor, then she signed her papers, and around sunrise, we were heading back to the house, both of us quiet, lost in our own thoughts.

As we pulled in, Kingston quietly made his way out of the front door, giving me a nod, and disappearing into his car, understanding that we weren’t up for company.

We were barely inside the door before AJ dropped to her knees.

My heart sank for a second, thinking she was breaking down, until I saw Samson rushing toward her, butt wiggling.

She wrapped him up in a big hug, holding on tight until, eventually, Samson wriggled away to go back to his bed, turn in a circle, and close his eyes, beat from the night’s events.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked, reaching down to help her back onto her feet. “Food? Better medicine? Sleep?”

“Let’s go to bed,” she said, reaching for my hand, and leading me down the hall.

We climbed into the bed fully dressed.

More quickly than I expected, she drifted off to sleep, her braced hand on my chest.

As for me, I lay awake.

And I plotted.

Because there was no way for us to move forward.

Until Joss was fully in her past.

And that could only mean one thing…

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Atlas

“Stop looking at me like I’m going to break,” AJ demanded as I grabbed my keys, feeling like a fucking monster for even thinking about leaving her.


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