Runaway Mate

thanks to the wine. I figured I would get all my questions out and hopeful

a psychopath just as his son is? I watch as Chad looks at the clock on the wall, then back at me. "Luckily for you, we have some time before my date. Let's take this conversation into the living

re. You see, he ironically died from his favorite horse. It kicked

hate Chad, but I do feel bad f

ng I've never told anyone before." He begins to lean in and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "

-wh

My father, Nicholas, was always fond of using an old huckleberry to swing at the chickens' heads. Eventually, I wanted the farm and this hou

an accident." Chad grins. "Howeve

he answer might be. His face falls serious and slaps me acros

, my dear, were not part of my plan. I was at the bar waiting for my date, but I couldn't take my eyes off you. You're stunning and I

you inject

ad at him, "No, not the paralyzing drug. The thing that made me pass out? In your

th my father's baseball

the woods and gave you a headst

s the same cheek he's been slapping. "I have to go on my date that I missed earlier thanks to you. Don't think abo

lly, right? Come on, Jenn. Move. Roll off the couch. Anything! I internally shout at myself. I do

rick my body into moving. I breathe in and out and imagine myself rolling onto the

ing is a more reasonable option. I keep my eyes on the clock for almost forty-five minutes before I'm able to lift my elbows onto the floor. I begin to panic, thinking I'm alm

to a car with a man who is practically a stranger. All I want is to find someone tha

fast as I can manage, only falling four times before reaching the front door. My freedom is so close! I lift myself up so that