Until Sage Read online Aurora Rose Reynolds (Until Him #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Until Him Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“Have you done it all yourself?” I ask, lifting my head to find him already looking at me.

“You know my uncles own a construction company, so they did some of the work, but my brothers, cousins, and I did the kitchen and floors ourselves.”

“You guys have done a great job.”

“Thanks,” he tells me, and then he rolls toward me, putting an elbow to the bed and looking down at me. Watching him study me with the light through the skylight and the open door of the room, I fight the urge to squirm under his stare. “I’ve imagined this.” He tosses his hand out to encompass everything. “I’ve imagined sharing all of this with you hundreds of times. I’m glad you’re here.”

Feeling my lips part, I lift my hand and rest it softly against his cheek. “Me, too,” I confess without thinking, and he turns his head and touches his lips to my palm.

“Come on. I made lasagna,” he urges, sitting up and getting off the bed, pulling me along with him, and I feel my stomach twist. I can’t eat lasagna, and I can’t even tell him why not without exposing too much.

“I’m not really hungry anymore,” I lie, and he stops at the door to look at me, frowning.

“You’re not hungry anymore?”

“I forgot I had a big lunch today.”

“Oh.” His frown deepens.

“I’ll try to eat some, but I don’t want you to think I’m being rude if I don’t eat much,” I say, and he shakes his head.

“It’s all good. You can watch me eat and we can catch up,” he assures, and so that’s exactly what I do. I watch him eat and tell him about Chris, my parents, and even a little about Kelly, before it’s time for me to leave. And when I go, he gives me a kiss goodbye that puts his kiss hello to shame.

Chapter 4

Kim

HEARING SOMEONE KNOCKING on my door, my eyes open and I roll to the side to look at the clock. Seeing it’s not even five in the morning yet, I sit up and put my feet to the floor then hurry out of bed. I only know one person who would show up at my house at this time, and that person is Kelly, and seeing how my last conversation with her ended, I’m not really looking forward to going through that again.

I put on a long sweatshirt over the top of my nightgown and head for the living room, where the morning sun has just started to light the room. Walking toward the sliding glass door, I see it’s not Kelly. It’s two men wearing suits, and they both look like they haven’t slept in hours. I stop in place when they notice me and watch relief flash through their eyes as they hold up black leather wallets, pressing them to the glass. Seeing both of them say FBI, I hurry across the room, flip the latch, and open the door an inch.

“Kimberly Cullen?” the man who is standing closest to where I am asks, studying me.

“Yes.”

“I’m Special Agent Torres, and this is Special Agent Kace. We’re with the FBI,” he says, and my stomach fills with anxiety.

“How can I help you?”

“Can we come in?” Agent Torres asks, and I check them out. They look legit, but I just don’t know.

“We’re here about your sister,” Agent Kace explains, and my eyes move to him.

“What happened?” I question, and I watch both their eyes change in a way that makes my heart feel suddenly heavy. “What happened?” I repeat, pushing the door open to let them inside.

“Do you have someone you can call to come sit with you?” Agent Torres asks, and I shake my head as I walk across the room to stand on the opposite side, away from them.

“It would really be best if you called someone.”

“Just tell me,” I whisper, twisting my hands nervously in front of me.

“Your sister’s been murdered.” My heart stops, and my eyes close as those five words penetrate. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I open my eyes back up, not really seeing anything. “We haven’t been able to find her body at this time, but we have men out looking for her.”

Oh, God. I move to the couch to take a seat, because my legs feel like they are about to give out from under me. Dead? Kelly’s dead? How is that even possible?

“We’re very sorry for your loss, Miss Cullen.”

“How?” I finally get out through the sudden ache in my throat.

“Unfortunately, we can’t discuss that with you at this time, but know we are close to catching her killer.”

“Her killer.” I drop my eyes to my lap. Kelly isn’t just dead; she was murdered. Someone killed her. Someone took her life. “Will I know when you find the person who did this?” I ask, lifting my eyes to look at the two men who have now moved closer to where I’m sitting.


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