Y'all. I'm this close to finishing Sawyer and Evie's book. The last few chapters have flown out thanks to some early morning alarms and accountability from my bestie. I was hoping to have the book finished a lot sooner than I am, but I really wanted to make sure I'm giving Sawyer and Evie the story they deserve.
For being so patient with me, how about a little snippet? Please keep in mind this is unedited and could change, but I hope you like it.
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The picture itself covered a small scrap of paper—a piece of my book that had been ripped out to deliver Brad’s message.
See you soon.
My heart drops to my stomach, anxiety prickling along my skin as fear rushes through my blood with every pound of my heartbeat. I lose my grip on the glossy photo that evidences my nightmare and watch absent-mindedly as it flutters back down to cover the words, but does nothing to stem the scream that lodges in my throat.
Run.
The one thought unlocks my body, my only thought to get out of this apartment as quickly as possible. Rushing blindly from my bedroom, I’m at my front door before I can process anything else, and throwing open the door. I have to get back to Mia’s. Back to safety. Back to Sawyer.
Large hands stop my progress, the past and present colliding into my worst nightmare. Every impulse in my body shifts from flight to fight and I lash out, connecting with hard muscles. Fingers wrap around my wrist subduing my fight and it’s only then that I hear words.
“Evie, stop. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.” It’s the cadence of Sawyer’s voice as much as the words he says that drains the adrenaline from my body and I sag against him.
Those large hands that had been so terrifying a moment ago sweep up and down my back in a comforting gesture. I heave a sigh and look up, meeting his concerned gaze.
“Sawyer.”
“What happened?”
He moves, directing us back into my apartment and closing the door. But the space doesn’t seem as terrifying as it did a moment ago. My head relaxes back against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing me further.
“He was here.”
I don’t have to explain who he is. Sawyer’s body tenses beneath my cheek and hands and I tighten my grip, not ready for him to let go just yet.
“When you got here?”
I shake my head.
“No. I’m not sure when. But…he left me a message.”
“Show me.”
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So what do you think? Are you ready for
