Releasing Me
Releasing Me
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Book Two in the Holding You Series
A tragic accident. A hidden past. An unbreakable love.
Addy gives Quinn everything and asks for nothing. Then he breaks her. The depths of her pain are veiled by the reflection of his own. He doesn’t deserve her, but he wants her—he needs her. In his darkest hell, he hears her voice. That’s when he knows …
Addy is his soul.
In her darkest hour, his weakness gives her strength, and she discovers his past holds her future. But first, he’ll have to let her go.
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
“He could wake up at any time, but he’s going to feel groggy and possibly disoriented. Even when the anesthesia wears off, he may have trouble staying awake. We’re giving him some strong medication for pain management and he’ll want to sleep.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Addy? What happened? Where am I? God, I feel like shit. Why can’t I open my eyes? Is this a dream?
I couldn’t see my beautiful girl, all I could do was hear her voice.
That voice, the one that feels like home, is so clear, like she’s right here with me, but I can’t open my eyes. Why can’t I see my beautiful girl?
“Addy, dear, you should go back to my hotel room and get some rest.”
Mother? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Where am I and why can’t I open my eyes?
“I appreciate your concern, Elena, but I can’t leave him, not until he wakes up.”
“I wish you’d reconsider, but I understand. I’m going to have Chase get you something to eat, then.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You need to eat, my dear, so if you’re not going to go get some rest at the hotel, then you need to at least eat something. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Fine, but just a salad or some fruit.”
I felt her hand on mine. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew her touch: warm, delicate fingers tracing familiar patterns over my knuckles, palm, and wrist. It was intimate, kind, and healing. I knew everything about her, at least everything I needed to know. I knew it that fateful day we met.
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