Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Thankfully it only took two hundred and seventy-three seconds before I got her back in my arms. From now on she’s never getting away.
THE END!
Heartstrings
Bronte tried working as a paralegal in the big city, but after having the world's worst boss shadowing her every step she ran back home to Mittenville. Everything was going fine until the brand new attorney in town turned out to be the one she thought she could escape.
The moment Marcus laid eyes on Bronte she knocked him to his knees. She ran out on him but he wasn't giving up so easily. He's followed her home and there's nowhere she can hide.
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Chapter One
BRONTE
I glare at my computer screen. This is not happening. How could I lose my job at three different locations? I also haven’t heard anything back from prospects either. I shut my laptop, not wanting to stare at the termination email.
“This is baloney,” I mutter to myself. What am I going to do?
I’d moved back home to Mittenville after a quick stint in the city. I should have known the city wasn’t for me. I chose a college located directly outside the city, and I never ventured outside of campus. It also happened to be the closest college to Mittenville.
I enjoy being around others, but too many people and I can get flustered. I’m also not a big fan of how nobody talks to each other. The whole time I was there, I felt like the only time people talked to me was to tell me to get the heck out of the way. Either that or they’d basically walk all over me.
When I graduated, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice. I wanted to work as a paralegal, which meant I had to go to the city. At the time, there hadn’t been a single lawyer in Mittenville, so coming home wasn’t an option. I got a lot of offers and took what I thought was the best one.
Too bad I hated every second of it.
As soon as I found a job where I could work from home, I tucked my tail and ran back to Mittenville. It’s a bit lonely sometimes, but it’s a job. I get to do what I love most, which is research. It also happens to be what I’m best at. If someone needs to know case law, I’m the one to call. And if I don't know the answer, I'll find it.
Seeing the termination email makes no sense. Every project I’m handed, I turn in early, and I know I’ve done a great job. There wasn’t a reason for them letting me go, and it’s making me anxious. Not wanting to sit around and fret, I make myself get up and do something.
My place is small, but it works for me. There’s one bedroom and a bathroom, but it does have a dining room that serves as my desk and craft table. I shuffle through the items on my desk, knocking a few things off in the process.
I’ve been debating on which project to work on next since I’m currently working on about ten different projects at once. I tend to jump from one to another. All I need to do is sew a few buttons onto one of the skirts to complete it. On the other hand, I could finish the knitted panda, which is just one ear away from being done.
When my stomach rumbles, I remember I haven’t eaten today. Marcus’s voice pops into my head, and this time a small growl rumbles from me. That man can get me so worked up. I’m always calm and friendly, yet he manages to push all of my buttons. I’m pretty sure he enjoys annoying me until I’m out of patience and he gets a reaction.
I can’t understand how the heck he ended up here in Mittenville! It’s as though fate is against me and playing a game with my life. He was one of the reasons I ran back home. Then the next thing I knew, he had a shiny new office pop up in town. For half a second, I wondered if he might have followed me to Mittenville. But the more I thought about it, the less likely that seemed to be. Marcus is a very successful lawyer. He even has his own case law. Why does that fact turn me on?
“Because you’re strange,” I mutter to myself and then immediately cringe. That's what most people say about me. Either that or they call me odd.
Marcus never said those things, though. Instead he would be annoyed that I once again forgot to eat. I really don’t mean to, it’s that time slips away from me when I become lost in various tasks. I love food. When I tell people that, they tend to not believe me because I’m so small. But when I eat, I eat everything.