Keeping You (Until Her #8.5) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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“I came to tell you that you and I can be together. That we can raise the baby.”

“Oh my God, you really are an idiot.” I laugh. “And your plan to get me back involved manhandling me and dragging me around?”

“You put your hands on her?” Noah asks, sounding so scary a chill slides down my spine.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Conner says quickly, then adds, “She shoved me.”

“You grabbed me!” I yell at him, then watch in awe as Noah picks Conner up, his feet a good twelve inches off the ground, before slamming him down to sit on the tailgate of his truck with enough force the truck bounces.

“I’m going to take your badge for abuse!” Conner yells at him.

“You try to do any such thing, I’ll press charges,” I yell at him, and he snaps his mouth shut. “Sign the divorce papers, Conner, and leave me the hell alone, or I swear to God I will press charges and then tell anyone who will listen about what you did.”

“Babe, you’re pressing charges anyway,” Noah says, and I tip my head back to meet his gaze.

“What?” Conner asks, looking panicked.

“He showed up here and put his hands on you. You’re pressing charges, and he’s going to jail,” he continues without even acknowledging Conner, who’s started to wiggle and is trying to get down off the truck.

“I’ll sign the papers,” Conner says. I look at him. “I’ll do whatever you want. I can’t go to jail. My parents would kill me.”

“You’re going to jail, motherfucker.”

“Do you swear you’ll sign the papers?” I ask, hearing Noah growl.

“Yes, I’ll sign them right now. They’re in my car.”

“Is it unlocked?” I ask.

“Yes.” He nods frantically. “They’re on the back seat,” he says. I walk to his car parked in front of Noah’s truck and open the back door. When I see the papers along with a pen, I pick both of them up.

“Bridgett.” Noah steps in front of me, and I rest a hand against his abs.

“This is the one thing I want.”

“Fuck.” He groans, then glares at me. “At some point, I’m gonna get good at telling your ass no and sticking to that.”

“Okay,” I whisper, trying not to smile so I don’t make him angry. Taking the papers and pen from me, he walks them over to Conner, then pulls a key out of the pocket of the coat he has on.

“It looks like today is your lucky day,” he grumbles to Conner, dropping the papers onto the tailgate of the truck before uncuffing him. “Sign them,” Noah bites out, and Conner hops down, flips open the folder, and starts to sign. I let out a relieved breath when he finishes, then take the papers from him and hold them against my chest.

“Now, listen to me for once and go inside, babe,” Noah says. I don’t push my luck. Instead, I head across the yard, and just as I hit the front porch, two police cruisers pull up.

I stand just inside and watch three officers and Noah gather around Conner, and I can tell by the panicked movements Conner’s making they are scaring the crap out of him. I probably shouldn’t be happy to know he’s so intimidated, but given what happened just a little bit ago, I am. A few minutes pass before they let him get into his car, then Noah and the guys talk a bit before they shake hands, and the officers get into their cruisers.

As Conner and the officers turn around in the yard so they can head down the driveway, Noah gets in his truck and drives it toward the garage. I close the front door and walk through the house to meet him.

The second he steps inside the back door, I run toward him. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me and pick me up. “He signed the papers.” I smile down at him.

“He did.” He carries me down the hall toward the kitchen. “I still wish he was going to jail.”

“Sorry.” I rest my hands on his chest as he plants my ass on the counter, placing himself between my thighs.

“I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me.”

“That might sound like a threat, but I have a feeling it’s not.” I smile, and he chuckles while cupping my face between his palms.

“You know, now that you’re divorced, I’m keeping you.”

“Are you?”

“Fuck, yes.” He kisses me, and I kiss him right back.

If someone had told me months ago that I would be living with a man and falling in love, I would have laughed and laughed.

But I guess things have a funny way of working out for the best, even when you think you’re at your lowest.

Epilogue

Bridgett

Two months later

“May and Aiden are here, baby,” Noah says, coming into the kitchen behind me and kissing the side of my neck.


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