Date of Publication: December 19, 2016
An unexpected long-distance friendship showed Gracelyn Dewey the ease of some relationships. Very few people could get past her walls and even then, fewer had the ability to see through her anxieties.
With him, she finds more—but circumstances wouldn't allow them to keep it. Instead, they find an easy friendship with one another.
Until it wasn't easy any more.
She grounds me.
In his line of work, Sawyer Meadows sees some gut wrenching things. He sees broken people, wounded people, fearful people. He loves his job, yet is losing a piece of himself in the mix.
But there was always her. Drawn to her quiet smile, he has always known she was meant to be something special to him.
A fact that became painfully evident when she found someone else to hold her.
Somewhere along the way, we lost it.
They are given one weekend together to fix their friendship.
The days can't go off without any hitches though. When her recent past and his career collide, they'll have to decide—is the distance enough to keep them apart? Or are they through letting everything else dictate their happiness?
She's my saving grace, and I plan on saving her in the process.
About Mignon Mykel
Mignon Mykel is the author of the Prescott Family series, as well as the short-novella erotic romance series, O'Gallagher Nights. When not sitting at Starbucks writing whatever her characters tell her to, you can find her hiking in the mountains of her new home in Arizona.
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My brain hurt.
I was so fucking tired and my goddamned key wouldn't fit in the lock.
Cases like last night's were killer.
No pun intended.
A called in rape that turned into a missing person case which fucking unfortunately turned into a homicide. This job was going to kill me.
At the very least, it was going to kill my personality.
I finally managed to get my key in the lock and pushed through my apartment door. I dropped my backpack near the door and closed the door quietly behind me. Just because I was awake at ten on a weeknight didn't mean my neighbors were.
God, I needed a drink.
I toed off my shoes as I locked the deadbolt. When I turned, I tripped over the damn bag I put there.
When I went to pick it up though, I was reminded of my sister.
Sydney was notorious for leaving her bag by the door—from childhood to, as far as I knew, now. I squeezed the bridge of my nose when I realized I never called her today. I called her every day, no matter what the day brought to my doorstep.
Even though I knew it was ten, I glanced at the clock, trying to figure out what she and her husband would be doing right now. It was nine in San Diego; my nephews and niece were likely already in bed. My brother-in-law was a professional hockey player, but I didn't know if he'd had a game tonight. If he did, the house would still be up. If he didn't…
Maybe they'd still be up. It was only nine.
I picked up my cell and decided to call their house phone. That way if they were out on a date or something, I wouldn't be bothering them.
As the phone rang in my ear, I picked up the television remote and pulled up the guide, trying to figure out if the Enforcers had a game tonight. I was about to hang up and just text my sister when the phone was answered.
So no game.
I turned off the television, now knowing that he hadn't played tonight and not needing the background noise to add to the stress going on in my brain. I needed quiet tonight.
"Hey, Caleb. No game?" Obviously I now knew this but sometimes making small talk with my brother-in-law was awkward. My very first impression of him hadn't been the best.
Nor had my second.
But he was a good guy in the end.
"Nah, no game. You looking for Syd? She's out."
"Shit," I mumbled.
"You forgot to call her today, didn't you?" Caleb was chuckling on the phone. Even he knew that I talked to my sister every day. When I first started doing it, after going to college, it was to keep in touch with her. Of our siblings, Sydney had always been my partner in crime. After a few years of daily calls, it became habit.
I sighed. "Yeah. Bad case."
"She's just out with Grace. You can call her cell."
Now there was a name that had my bad mood melting away.
Not that she'd spoken to me in the last few months. Not after I pissed her off with my opinion of the douche bag she was seeing. With the exception of passing Sydney's youngest, Brielle, to Grace after she was born a few weeks back, I hadn't even seen the woman.
"I might do that," I replied. "I'm off tomorrow though so maybe I'll just video chat with you guys and the kids tomorrow. Will you guys be around?" My three-year old nephew, Brandon, got a kick out of Skype.
One of the brighter spots to my job as a detective for special crimes in Salt Lake City was I worked what were called 9/17 shifts. I worked nine hours a day, for nine of ten weekdays. Of course, crimes didn't just stop at night, so that was when my eighteen hour shifts came into play, but thank God I wasn't on call this weekend. "Yeah."
"You want to come out here and keep Syd and the kids company? I leave in the morning for an east coast trip."
I thought about it. It wasn't like I had anything keeping me here for the weekend. I didn't have reports to file. My partner Troy took the time off to fuck his girl sideways to Monday, but I didn't have one of those either.
I had a list of willing partners, but I hadn't been feeling any of them lately. I went through the motions to get her off, get me off, making sure we both found a satisfying release, but mine never quite got there.
Not to the point I knew I could get to, a point I'd gotten to once before.
And the one woman I wanted? The one I knew without a fucking doubt would do it for me? Well, I firmly shut that door and friend-zoned her years ago.
"I could probably do that." I nodded to myself as I looked around my bleak apartment. The job paid well, but there wasn't any reason for me to be in a larger place than what this one bed, one and a half bath apartment gave me. The couch pulled out to a bed if ever a friend or sibling decided to crash, which was rarer than a blue moon. The white walls were devoid of anything that would hint toward who I was.
That in and of itself probably spoke volumes.
I used to be this goofy guy, the guy cracking jokes left and right, but damn if this job didn't dim that sometimes. I needed to get away, and a long weekend with my sister and her kids would likely help.
…and maybe Grace would be around too.