by Brooke Page
I loved fucking her into a coma.
I quickly went back inside, using the flashlight app on my phone to examine the bricks.
That fucker.
He used RJ bricks.
Now if it was just one, it would be different. I would understand. They really were useful. I could hide some cash and important papers like wills or birth certificates.
A marriage license.
God, I had turned into a real pussy.
I could recognize an RJ brick from a mile away, and this fireplace was filled with them. I knew where the little nub was that opened them. I touched it, fiddling, trying to get the damn thing to open. Once I did, fury swept over me with what I found.
Remembering that there were more bricks outside, I marched to the porch, searching frantically. They were everywhere. How did I not notice them outside?
I went to the fireplace by where my baby doll was sleeping, skimming my hands over the bricks.
Damn it.
Just as I was about to open one, the precious voice that had a spell on me said my name.
“Tyler? What are you doing? Come back here and keep me warm.” Her voice was low and raspy. When I turned around, she was sitting up, holding the blanket to her chest. She bit her lip in that provocative way, her head tilted to the side, hair mussed and sexy.
“Nothing, I was just checking the fire,” I lied, putting on my most believable smile.
I hated lying to her. But there were just some things she was better off not knowing. If she knew something, she would be involved and then she could get hurt. I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her. Ever.
Becca slowly pulled the sheet down, revealing herself. God I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be naked in front of me anymore. I would never tire from staring at her. Like the lap puppy I was, I crawled onto the wide lounger, devilish smirk in place and attacked her, ignoring that my dumbass brother just hid drugs all over Becca’s and my dream home.
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Special Thanks
I would like to give a special thanks to my wonderful husband, Andy. Thank you for putting up with hearing fingers on a keyboard at all hours of the night. Thank you for not getting irritated when dishes weren’t done or the floor wasn’t dusted. You are the dream husband who just wants me to be happy and who has given up way too many things for our family. You are selfless and the most compassionate man I know.
Without you I would have never been able to write about falling in love. I will forever feel like a 16-year-old in love because of you. So many people thought we were crazy and we wouldn’t make it, but I fall in love with you more and more every day. You are my rock and my confidant, and you have made all of my dreams come true. We have two beautiful children, a home to grow old and raise our family in, and you even let me have my two kitties and scoop their litter boxes when you can’t stand the “big nasty cats” that they are. Thank you for being my inspiration. Without you, life would be a heck of a lot harder to live. I love you, and I will always fight for us, no matter what hurdles we will come across, because that is what our marriage means to me. I can honestly say you are my soul mate, and I thank God every day for bringing us together so early in life. Keep rocking my world, love Schack.
Author Bio
Brooke Page
Brooke Page is the independent author of the Conklin’s Blueprints Trilogy. She and her husband live with their two children in the suburbs of Grand Rapids, Michigan. When she is not writing, she enjoys using the pottery wheel and reading.