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This is the second book in the Fermosa Bay series. It’s Ethan’s story – worried sick about Addison being alone in her house after a break-in, he drops off his son at his friends’ place to stay the night with her.
Today's prompt is: ATTITUDE
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Forty-five minutes later, Ethan stood in front of Addison’s door and knocked at the door. He’d thought about giving her a quick call first before standing in front of her door unannounced, but forgot in the rush of getting everybody organised. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree, and he assumed she was home, but wasn’t a hundred percent sure. He’d be disappointed, of course, but possibly more relieved that she was with somebody.
About to knock again, he stopped midway when the door opened a fraction. Just enough for Addison to peer through the small gap. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed tired and leery.
“Can I come in?”
She blinked a couple of times and noticed his swag. “Why?”
“I appreciate your attitude to handle this on your own, but—”
“I’m fine, Ethan.”
“I know you are and I know it’s in a way very selfish, but—”
“I don’t know you.”
A smiled tugged at his lips, despite some frustration growing within him. “That’s the second time you’ve interrupted me. I want to help. Is it so hard to understand that? I feel uncomfortable with the idea that someone broke into your house, and you’re on your own.”
“For all I know you could be —”
He lifted a questioning eyebrow.
Addison let out a soft laugh, and damn if that didn’t do a number on his thoughts. “I know far fetched, but—” She hesitated, but stepped back after a moment to let him in. “Okay, there’s a spare bed in the back room.”
He smiled and slipped past her into the house. Closing the door behind him, he locked the dead bolt and then followed her into the back of the house. Her honey-like scent didn’t go unnoticed, and his whole body was on alert. Addison must’ve had a shower. She was barefoot, in some old grey track pants and a black T-shirt. Her black hair hung down her shoulders in damp, wavy curls.
“Have you had dinner, yet?"
He nodded yes. "I’ve got a boy to look after. We always eat early."
She teased him with another one of her beautiful soft laughs. "Every time I see him outside of class he’s eating something."
Ethan chuckled. "Yes, he’s one expensive child when it comes to food."
For all her talk about being fine, she must’ve been terrified. It didn’t go past Ethan that she was fidgeting with her hands, since he’d come in. They stopped at the last room along the corridor, and he turned towards her.
“How are you really going?” he asked
"Fine. Why do you keep asking me?”
Slowly, he lifted his hand to her face, letting his fingers trace over her smooth cheek.
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