Blinding Rain, Season 2, Episode 7 (Rising Storm) Read Online Free PDF

into his mouth.
    “Get a room, you two.” Dillon Murphy’s voice drifted to Brittany’s ears. Tugging her lips away from Marcus’s, she glanced over his shoulder toward the sheriff, who was pulling the door to the pub open with a wry smile. “I don’t want to get any calls about indecent exposure in the parking lot of my family’s establishment.”
    Marcus’s lips curled as he turned to look toward the sheriff, not letting go of Brittany. “We’ll try not to keep it decent, Sheriff.”
    Dillon laughed and disappeared into the bar.
    As the door closed behind him and the laughter and music from inside faded, Marcus finally released her. “Come on. We should probably get you home. I won’t win any bonus points with your aunt and uncle if I bring you home too late.”
    Brittany sighed as she climbed into the car and Marcus closed the door for her. “I doubt they’d notice,” she said when he slid into his seat next to her. “Uncle Travis is barely around and Aunt Celeste spends most of her time in her room.”
    “Not exactly the happy home you hoped you were moving into, huh?”
    Brittany rolled her eyes. “Not even. At least Mom is happy. And Jeffry is so much more relaxed away from my dad. He’s like a whole different person.”
    “Then it’s all good.” He lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of her hand as he drove.
    All that warmth she’d felt when he kissed her came steamrolling back, and when he laid their hands on her knee, she tightened her fingers around his wishing they could have another night together like the one they’d spent at the motel. She rested her head against the seat and watched his profile as he drove. God, she was crazy about him. She just hoped everything with her parents and his parents settled down so they could be together again like that soon.
    He pulled to a stop in front of the Salt home and killed the engine. And as she glanced at the warm glow in the windows, all that warmth inside her grew cold.
    “Hey.” Marcus squeezed her hand. “You okay?”
    Brittany’s gaze held on Jacob’s dark bedroom window—what had been Ginny’s bedroom window when she’d lived with the Salts just after Jacob’s death. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    He tugged on her arm, drawing her gaze his way. “I know fine, baby, and you’re not it. You’ve been sad all night. Is it your mom and dad?”
    She huffed, feeling like an idiot. “No. I’m happy they finally split. It was way past time.”
    “Then what?”
    “I don’t know.” She glanced back at the house. “I guess it’s being here. And maybe having drinks with Logan. It’s all familiar, you know? Except...”
    Her chest pinched, and the words died on her lips.
    “Except Ginny’s missing,” Marcus said softly.
    Tears Brittany knew she shouldn’t be feeling burned the backs of her eyes. “Yeah. That.” She looked back at Marcus. “Stupid, huh?” She swiped at a useless tear that didn’t want to stay in her eye.
    “Not stupid. Not at all. You two were close.”
    They had been. Until Ginny ruined everything. “It makes no sense. She’s the one who betrayed me and Logan and everyone, and I, for some reason, am the one who feels guilty.”
    “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure she’s the one who feels worse.”
    Brittany knew that. But it didn’t make her feel any better. Closing her eyes, she fought back the futile sadness and told herself she should be angry, not sad.
    “Do you want to talk to her?” Marcus asked quietly.
    Brittany’s eyes floated open and she stared through the windshield at a tree down the street. Did she? Her chest tightened at the thought, but just as quickly her skin prickled with a heat that told her the answer. “No. Not yet, and I don’t know when or if I’ll ever want to talk to her.” She turned to Marcus. “Does that make me a bad person?”
    “Not at all.” Emotions softened his features as he let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re the best