Coming Home to You (The Rockport Beach Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

trudge back into the living room. Hitting the couch once
again, I exhale loudly hoping for a few minutes of quiet. I grab a magazine off
the end table and begin catching up on all the celebrity gossip I missed over
the last week.
    I must have dozed off, because the next
thing I know someone is knocking on my door. I roll my eyes and curse under my
breath.
    “Use your key, Erin!” I shout from my
couch. She knocks again, harder this time. “Damn it, you lazy pain in the ass!”
    I stomp over to the door making it extra
loud so she realizes how annoyed I am with her. I swing open the door and flippantly
greet her, but it’s not Erin.
    I don’t even have an opportunity to
scream or run before his hands are around my neck. Jason shoves me up against
the wall as his hands constrict my breathing, squeezing tighter until I feel
myself grow lightheaded.
    For some reason, my thoughts immediately
go to Beck. I remember Googling him this morning, seeing pictures of him,
reading articles and finding out he was recently promoted to detective. He
looked good in a suit—so handsome and professional and incredibly sexy. I
was proud of him even if I can’t seem to forget that he left me. In this moment,
I wonder if he’d be able to protect me from all of this. If I could have just given
in and moved to Boston with him, none of this would be happening.
    “You fucking whore!” he shouts and his
grip loosens slightly. I suck in a ragged breath before he realizes he’s
letting up. “I saw you with that guy on the dock today. How dare you press your
fucking tits against him and flirt with him when you belong to me. You. Are.
Mine,” he growls.
    I have no idea how I’m going to get away
from him. Bella’s outside and my fear is taking over, making me panic, making
me think he just might kill me this time.
    Tears begin streaming down my cheeks and
my body goes lax. I can hear my heartbeat pulsing in my ears, beating hard and
loud, but cutting through it is Erin’s harsh voice.
    “Let go of her, you motherfucker.” Her
voice is completely controlled and firm, but it does nothing to shake Jason’s confidence.
I catch her eyes and she flashes me the handgun she carries with her everywhere
she goes. Pressing the gun to the back of his head, she says, “I have a gun,
dickhead, and I’m from the south. I know how to use it.”
    Slowly Jason releases his hands from my
neck and backs away from Erin and her shiny little pistol. His hands go up in a
defensive position, but his repulsive smile still remains. How did I ever get involved with him in the first place?
    Just as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone.
And once again, I’m left reeling. I collapse in heap with my head in my hands.
Erin falls to her knees next to me, pulling me into her arms as I cry
uncontrollably.
    “I’m calling Finn,” she whispers and I
nod my head.
    Only minutes later, Finn and a few
deputies have assembled outside my house and they take statements from Erin and
me as they begin to search the area for Jason. The other officers leave with
direct orders from Finn to find Jason and bring him into the station.
    Finn lags behind following Erin and me
into the house as I let Bella in from the backyard. She growls at Finn but once
she realizes who it is, she sits neatly at my feet.
    “Where was Cujo when all this was going
down?” Finn asks, his tone condescending.
    “Stop it! This isn’t her fault,” I retort
back sharply.
    “No, you’re right. You’re the one who got
involved with this prick. What the hell were you thinking, Kelsey?”
    I can’t even respond. A sick feeling
takes over and the vomit rises in my throat. Beck’s face instantly comes to my
mind. I wouldn’t be in this situation if he hadn’t left me. Jason wouldn’t exist
in my world if Beck hadn’t chosen Boston and his job over me.
    “Whoa, stop right there! Don’t you
fucking dare blame this on Kelsey!” Erin shouts, pointing a finger at Finn.
“Where the hell were you and your