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Ethan Frost #2
Loveswept
July 2014
On Sale: July 15, 2014
Featuring: Ethan Frost
ISBN: 055339438X
EAN: 9780553394382
Kindle: B00IHMEBR6
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Ethan. Ethan. Ethan.
His name is pounding in my blood, a mantra in my soul.
Ethan. Ethan. Ethan.
All that work. All those hours and days of trying to move
on. All those assurances to myself that I had this, that I
could do it. All of it blown out of the water in one fell
swoop.
Ethan. Ethan. Ethan.
He’s here, right here in front of me. And despite
everything, it’s all I can do not to fall straight into him.
I don’t know what to do, what to say, how to act. There’s a
part of me that wants nothing more than to run across the
room and throw myself into his lap. To bury my face in his
neck and beg him to never let me go. To pretend that the
last two weeks never happened and that, somehow, someway,
all the pain, all the agony, was nothing but a nightmare
gone awry.
But there’s another part—equally as big and equally as
important—that wants to run away. Or at least dive behind
the nearest chair and not come out until he’s gone. Until
he’s no longer looking at me like he saw a ghost.
Or worse.
Of the two choices, the second is definitely the smarter
one. Humiliating, yes. Unprofessional, absolutely. But still
so much better than standing here remembering what it feels
like to be held by him.
To be loved by him.
And yet, even knowing what a terrible idea it is, I can’t
stop myself from taking a step toward him, then another and
another. In seconds, I’m standing right in front of him,
close enough to touch his soft hair and smoothly shaven
cheeks. Close enough to register the uneven rise and fall of
his chest beneath the navy silk of his shirt. More than
close enough to feel his heartbeat if I just reach out and
stroke my hands down his chest as I’m longing to do.
“Ethan.” His name is a tortured sound ripped from me, half
whisper, half sob, but I can see by the way his eyes narrow
and his fists clench that he hears me. Can tell by the way
he looks at me that he understands all the things I don’t
have the words to say.
He doesn’t react for a long time, doesn’t so much as move a
muscle. Then, suddenly, he’s leaning forward in his chair,
and I think that he’s going to be the one to do it, to break
the oh-so-fragile understanding between us. To touch me the
way I’ve been longing to be touched from the moment I left
him in that parking lot.
But then his eyes go blank and he’s looking through me like
I’m not even here.
Or worse, like I never was.