Whispers of a Broken Halo Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
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“I want to change the fucking rule because of you,” he said.

My head snapped up then, and I stared at him. My thoughts going in several directions. My first being, I didn’t need it changed. I didn’t want to date management. Then, I realized why he was in here and that he wanted to change it because he wanted to date … me?

Oh no. No, no, no, no.

Not that. Why that?

He was my boss. He had become a friend. I liked him, but not in that way. I wasn’t sure I could like anyone in that way. I had issues with dating. I was damaged, and I wasn’t sure I could be attracted to anyone because of it. I had even opened my mind to see if women attracted me a couple years ago, but I was as numb to them as I was to men. I had never truly felt anything for a guy, except one. Once.

“Oh,” I whispered when I could see in his expression he wanted me to say something.

He gave a short laugh and shook his head. “Why does that response not surprise me?” he said.

Because I had never once flirted with him or given him any reason to believe I wanted to date him or sleep with him maybe? I didn’t say that though. Saint was very handsome, tall, well built, and dangerous-looking. He had that sexy vibe going that every woman in this place swooned over, except me and his sister. Was that it? He was attracted to me because I didn’t flirt? Was he one of those? The one female who wasn’t trying to get screwed in his office was the one he wanted?

“I’m not—I don’t d-date,” I blurted out. I took a deep breath and focused on my words. This was one of those situations where my stuttering could come out full force if I didn’t work hard to control it. “I am damaged, Saint. My childhood, it w-w-was bad.” I stopped then and inhaled sharply, frustrated by the stammering I was failing to manage.

“You’re different. You’re tough, determined, brave, but not damaged,” he said.

Afraid to speak, I shook my head. He had no idea what all I kept hidden under the surface.

“I am,” I said simply.

“I can wait. You’re worth it,” he replied.

He would be waiting forever. That wasn’t fair. If I was going to feel something for him, it would have been before now. I just wasn’t. I couldn’t.

“I am broken. I can’t.” I paused and focused hard. “I don’t think or feel the way normal people do when it comes to relationships.”

He cocked one pierced eyebrow. “That’s not true. You love hard. You love that nephew of yours so damn much that you get out there in front of strangers, topless, when you don’t like the spotlight. Your nature is shy and modest. That’s loyalty, love, willingness to put someone else before yourself. That’s what a solid relationship is built on.”

“It’s not the same,” I whispered.

Cullen was a child. Of course I loved him. He was family. It was different.

Saint shrugged. “It’s not exactly the same, but the layers are there. You’re just too scared to experience it.”

I shook my head. It wasn’t that I was too scared. Once, I hadn’t been. I would have done anything for Rio March. Maybe Saint was right that I could feel it, but again, the problem was with my past. I wasn’t just broken from my mom’s boyfriend’s sexual abuse, my mother killing him, and the abuse I’d received from my aunt. Rio had broken me too.

“I trusted … a guy once. I did feel things for him. He br-broke me too,” I admitted.

Saint’s scowl returned.

We stood there in silence while his jaw worked, as if he was trying to control his anger. I hadn’t meant to make him angry. I just needed him to understand. I wasn’t who he needed to change a rule for because we were never going to date. Now, if he wanted to change it for the girls he regularly took back to his office, then fine.

“I’m a patient man,” Saint replied.

I wanted to tell him not to be. He was wasting his time. However, controlling my stuttering was hard, the more upset I got over this, so I said nothing at all. I hated hearing my words come out uncontrolled. I hated not having the ability to get them out and fighting to say what I was thinking.

Saint left the room.

Relief that I no longer had to speak came with his absence, but I feared I would soon lose a friend. No matter how long he waited, I knew I would never be ready to feel anything more than friendship for him. How I wished that were different.

Chapter Thirteen

Rio

Pops was moved to a regular room late last night. Now, two people were allowed in the waiting room if they had vaccination cards. Gramma called me this morning and told me that Hazel was on her way. I told her I would come by this evening after work and she could go home to get some decent rest.


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