Jo POV “What time is dad going to be home?” I ask my mom as I put on my jacket that is hanging by the back door in the kitchen. “He will be home around six. Where are you going?” she asks, and I smile at her doing the zipper of my jacket. It’s freezing outside. “I’m going to Mrs. Jackson’s farm,” I say, and mom smiles, nodding her head. I grab the keys for the truck and walk to mom, kissing her softly on the cheek. I walk out towards the truck, my temperamental truck. I have her since I was sixteen. I know that my dad is always on top of her, trying to get her to work, but sometimes she decides not to work properly. I start the engine and smile at the noise, and it’s familiar. I place both my hands on the steering wheel. “I missed you too, girl,” I whisper before I start driving. The drive to Mrs. J
Dylan POV“I will have the contract sent over tomorrow by lunchtime,” I say to Mr. Thompson, and he smiles. He almost looks like Santa Clause. His big white beard and white hair really make him look like a cheerful old man.“No rush; tomorrow is Saturday. No need to have people working extra hours because sure as hell I am not working tomorrow,” he tells me, and I can’t help but smile. The man is cheerful, and he is probably the nicest man I have ever met. I can’t see any resemblance between him and Jo. She is uptight and serious, and she is always trying to kill me with those big brown eyes.“I’ll have them done for Monday then,” I tell him, and he stands up, nodding.“That’s my boy,” he says, and honestly, if it was anyone else, I would&r
Dylan POV“You must be Dylan,” she tells me, and I nod, offering her one of my most charming smiles.“And you must be Mrs. Thompson,” I say, and it grants me a side look. I raise an eyebrow as I wasn’t expecting that.“I am Josie, Mrs Thompson was his mother,” she says with the most caring smile, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. I can see both of them in Jo, Josie’s brown eyes and freckles. “Would you like something to drink?”, Josie asks, and I smile politely.“Only if you’re offering”, I tell her, and it grants me a cute little laugh as she opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice.“We don’t drink alcohol in this house, so orange juice will have to do,” she tells me, and I nod politely. I don’t even remember the last time I had dinner without a glass of wine, but I can t
Jo POV“Challenge accepted,” I tell him, dropping my towel on my feet before walking out of the bathroom and into my room. I feel my heart beating so fast that I actually feel like it’s about to explode. How is this even possible? I hate the way he makes me feel. I hate how my body reacts to him and how he makes me feel bothered. I hate how my skin is burning, waiting for his touch.I open my closet and take out the simplest of the clothes. A pair of leggings and a crop top. I put my hair up into a ponytail, and as I walk out of the room, he opens the bathroom door. I ignore him and walk down the stairs scrolling through my phone and pretending to be messaging someone. I don’t have anyone to message. Layla is upset with me, and all of my other friends were Leo’s friends, and I honestly don’t want to talk to any of them.“So,
Jo POV“Do you need help with anything?” I ask my mom, that walks past me in the kitchen and shakes her head. “No, I am good, I just need you to get out of my kitchen,” mom says and I can’t help but smile. Mom did everything by herself for Thanksgiving. She never allowed any of us to help. I would love to know her secrets, but she said she will only tell them to me when I am married. At this rate, I will never know. At least Sissi has a boyfriend now. So hopefully it will work out and she will get the recipes. “Okay, let me know if you need anything”, I say over my shoulder as I walk into the living room where my dad is sitting down in front of the tv cradling a beer and watching hockey. I sit next to him, resting my feet on the coffee table, and he smiles, looking at me. “What was that? What is Ashford thinking?”, I ask raising both my hands up and Dad laughs. “You know this is recorded right?” Dad asks and I laugh. Yes, I know… I love Hockey, I grew up watching Hockey instead of
Jo POVI lock the door and start pacing around, moving my hands down my face, and I feel tears rolling down. I shake my head, trying to push away the memories, the pain. How? How is he here? He is a bad guy. How is he with Sissi? I guess her bad taste in man keeps coming back to bite her in the ass. I can’t believe this is happening.His name is Greg. Now I gave a name to match the face. A soft knock on the door brings me back to the present. I take a deep breath clearing the tears from my face even though I won’t be able to hide the puffiness and the red on my eyes.I open the door and immediately a hand collides with my mouth pushing me inside the bedroom and locking the door behind him. My eyes are wide, and I stop breathing as his evil eyes lock with mine. “Shhhh, don’t make a noise and I will move my hand” he whispers, and I nod my
Dylan POV“What time are you picking me up?” Savanna asks me on the phone.“I am on my way,” I say, and she takes a deep breath.“I need more time than that, Dylan. Why didn’t you message me earlier?” She asks, and I take a deep breath. I was stuck inside a fucking court all day while Richard was getting his sentence. He really is fucked. I feel for my brother, and this thing didn’t go according to plan for him. I feel bad.“I was in court, babe, you know that,” I say, and she takes another deep breath, and I can imagine her rolling her eyes. That’s like a trademark for her.“Okay, I need another thirty minutes, so wait for me in the car,” she says, and I accept her terms. I always accept anything she tells me, and I love the w
Jo POVFinally back in New York and in my own bed, I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. These last few days have been my worst nightmare, first, Dylan shows up from nowhere, and then that Greg guy threatens me. I shove my arm over my eyes taking a deep breath. I don’t think I have any more tears to spill over this. I think that I am dry now.I hear the front door closing and I know Layla is home now. But she doesn’t know I am back and I am going to keep it that way for a little while longer. I have my door closed and locked. I don’t want Layla worrying and asking questions, I don’t want her involved in this.I turn around on the bed, resting on my side. Dylan is the first thought that pops into my head, how I wish he would kiss me again. No, what am I thinking? He is a playboy, everything I despise in a guy. I can’t do t